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Dexter Smith's Poems. 



^mong these li?ies should /here be one 
To chee7' the reader's hearty 

Then not in vain my n'ork is done, 
JVor itt performed my part. 







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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in tlie year 1867, by 
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THIS LITTLE OFFERING 

Is Cordiailj Inscribed. 



PRE FA CE, 



These simple rhymes, on common subjects, 
have seen the hght of type before ; consequently, 
the compiler need offer no apology for present- 
ing them in book form. The great popularity 
of many of them must be attributed to the ex- 
quisite music which has been wedded to them 
by eminent composers. Appreciating the kind 
wishes of those friends who have encouraged 
the author in his undertaking, he humbly places 
this little waif upon the sea of literature, hoping 
that they will derive as much pleasure from the 
perusal of its pages as its preparation has af- 
forded him. Should that be the result, he will 
not feel that his leisure hours have been unim- 
proved. 

Boston, Nov. 25, 1867. 



CONTENTS, 



PAGE 

Songs of springs . . 9 
Cross and Croxvn, . 10 

Baby's <jone to Sleep, . 1 1 
Her Hear t is all my own, 12 
Coming thro' the Clover, 13 
Aj)ril, . . . .14 
Broken Threads, . . 15 
A Sisters Appeal, . .16 
In Heaven I'll rock thee to 

Sleep, . . . '17 
Columbia is Free, . 18 

She sang of Days go?ie by, 19 
Siveet Tears, . . 20 
Summer Songs, . .21 
Music, . . . . 21 
Jamie xvill return to me, 22 
Murmuring Brook, . 23 
Mother xvill greet me, . 24 
Sing me the So7ig you used 

to sing, . . . 25 
Sunshine and Shadow, , 26 
/^ose by the Door, . 26 

Waiting for his Coming, 28 
Cot beside the Mill, . 29 



PAGE 

My^ Little Wife and I, . 30 
Come into the Templar's 

Lodge, . . . 31 
Whenyou and Izuere young, 32 
Our Bud has bloomed in 

Heaven, • • • 33 
Who tvill come to meet me 

there f . . . '34 
Bessie Barringto}i, . 35 
Darling Alinnie Lee, . 38 
His Sp irit hovers 7iear me, 39 
/'// meet thee at the Gate, 40 
Beautiful Sunset, . -41 
Dear Old Friends at Home, 42 
Empty Sleeve, . . •43 
Frowning Cliff, . . 44 
Ring the Bell softly, . 45 
Tell me not that I'll for- 
get thee, . . .46 
Little Ones at Home, . 47 
Whe/i the Roses bloom 

agaiji, . . .48 
Oh, bring back my Child- 
hood I ... 49 



VT 



Contents. 



PAGE 

Grotving Old^ . . • 5° 
Little Wanderer^ . 5^ 

Where the Little Feet are 

wait in g% . - -5^ 

Cricket o?i the Hearth, 53 

Read me a Letter from 

Home, . . . '54 
Hapj)iiicss, . . . SS 
Life, . . . .56 

Allie Vane, . . . 5,6 
Poems, . . . -57 
Gentle Mother calls us 

Home, . . . • 58 
I'm lingering at the Gar- 

deti Gate, ... 59 
Breathe it softly to my 

Loved Ones, . . 60 

Only, . . ' . . 61 
Mollie's TVelcome to Pat 

Malloy, . . .62 

Murniiiring Shell, . 63 
Old Cottage, . . -64 

Nexv Tears Easel, . 65 
Tan he e Courtship ^ . . 66 
In Memoriam (^Abraham 

Lincoln^), . . .69 

/ cannot sing that Song 

again, . . . -70 

Memories of Happy Days, Ji 
Could I be near my Boy, 72 



PAGE 

Oh, speak to me once more ! 73 
Have a Kind Word for All, 74 
Ring you gave to me, . 7^ 
Our Sabbath-School Song, 76 
Z)o not ivoicnd the Heart 

that loves thee, . 77 

Follo'i-v the Drum, . . 78 
Meet me dozvn by the Sea, 79 
Mother, kiss away my Tears, 80 
Little One that Died, . 81 
Darling Leonore, . . 82 
S'cveet Tzvilight Hour^ 82 

Our Motto, - . . .83 
Longiiigto meet thee again. 84 
We dont surrender much ! 85 
S'vveet Star of Hope, . 86 
Many, many 2'ears ago, . 87 
Old School-house, . 88 

Lu Memoriam [Frederick 

Buckley), . . .89 
/ have listened for her 

Footstep, . . , 90 
Something still to do, . 91 
She sleeps beneath the Ro- 
ses, .... 92 
Only a Withered Rose, . 93 
Little Sister, . . ^\ 

Our Ships, . . .95 
' Tis past Midnight, . 96 

Folloxv the Flag, . . 97 



Contents. 



VII 



PAQR 

r in glad FatJici' s come, 98 
I Till- rah for the Old Flag, 99 | 
Soon, .... 100 j 
Kiss me, Mother, ere I \ 

die, .... loi 
Christ and Peter, . 102 ' 
Happy Hours he thine, . 103 j 
Home, .... 104 

Bonnie Blue Forget-me- [ 

I 
not. . . . 104 j 

Lassie ivV the Hazel Eye, 105 

Badge my Soldier xvore, 106 1 

I dream of thy s'veet sjnile, 107 

Twice Lost. . . 108 

Signing of the Pledge, . 109 

His A/onument. . in 

Our Victorious Ban7ier, in 

Union and Liberty, . 113 

Little Maggie Dale, . 114 

Rain upon the Roof, 115 

Water Lilies, . . 116 

June, . . . • 117 

Thoughts of Thee, . 118 



PAGE 

Isabel's Soliloquy, . 119 

Faith. Charity^ a?id Hope, 1 20 
iS/ic /5 IV a it ill g for us 

there, . . .121 

Old Clock, . , 122 

I "cV07ider if he loves me ? 123 
Stand by the Batiner of 

Columbia, . .124 

Christ stilleth the Tem- 
pest, . . . 125 
Ofi Lyn?i Beach, . .126 
Brother, don' t go out To- 
night, . . . .127 
Waifs, . . . 1 28 
True Frie?idship, . 128 
Delicacy i?t expressing 

Love, . . . 128 
On a7i Erring Ma7i, 128 
Home, . . .128 

Comparative Theft, 128 
In choosiiig a Friend, 128 
Trifles, . . .128 



Dexter Smithes Poems. 



SONGS OF SPRING. 



I HEAR the robin gayly sing 
Adown the grassy lane, — 
Blithe herald of the budding Spring 
That softly comes again. 

I hear the brooklet's merry song, 

That tells, in tones of glee. 
That, though the ice enchained it long, 

It now is glad and free. 

My heart, thou, too, shalt sing thy lay. 
With bird and brook of Spring ; 

Time shall bring hopes of thine, to-day, 
To Summer blossoming. 



10 (^i:|o$$ and ^ijown. 

CROSS AND CROWJSr, 



THERE is a cross of heavy weight 
For ev'ry human life to bear, 
There is a chaplet formed of thorns 
For each and ev'ry brow to wear ; 
Oh ! when the cross of pain and woe 

Shall soon forever be laid down, 
May we receive, in recompense, 
A beautiful and fadeless crown. 

A cross of toil and worldly grief, 

A burden of suspense and care, 
Has life imposed upon us all. 

And each its heavy load must bear ; 
The clouds ma}^ lower overhead, 

The bright stars fade before our eyes, 
Yet Faith shall point us out the path 

Where sacrifice, where duty lies. 

A crown awaits each faithful heart. 

Each earnest, self-denying soul 
That carries cheerfully the cross 

To death's cold, unrelenting goal ; 
And when the veil shall roll away. 

Disclosing heaven's endless bliss. 
The crown of love shall compensate 

The cross of such a life as this. 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyriglited by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 



Baby's ^ouc to ^leep. 11 

BABTS GONE TO SLEEP. 



THERE'S a pair of little hands 
Laid to rest for everrnore, 
And two pearly, dimpled cheeks, 
Whose rich blossoming is o'er. 
Death has sealed two little eyes 

That will no more smile or weep,— 
Tiny windows of the soul ; 
Little baby's gone to sleep. 

There's another bud removed, 

Ere it felt the blicrht of sin ; 
Through the door the angels made 

Darling baby has passed in. 
Far beyond the azure skies. 

Where the tiny star-eyes peep, 
From all earth's sad doubts and fears. 

Little baby's gone to sleep. 

She will wake in fairer land. 

Where the angel voices sing ; 
There the flow'ret shall expand, 

There shall love perfection bring. 
She has reached the golden shore. 

Through the river cold and deep ; 
Angels bore her safely there ; 

Baby's only gone to sleep. 



12 3^eti leatit i$ all ^ij ^wn. 

HER HEART IS ALL MY OWN. 



I WANDERED where the roses red 
A sweet and lasting perfume shed, 
Where lay the violets peeping through 
The green grass, with their eyes of blue ; 
While over all the birds of Spring 
Were softly, sweetly carolling ; 
Their music fell upon my ear 
And warmed my heart with precious cheer. 

But redder than the roses' hue, 
More azure than the violets' blue. 
Were cheeks and eyes of one I loved. 
Who through the valley with me roved ; 
And sweeter than the robin's song 
Her warbling as we passed along ; 
This litde maiden by my side. 
Who smiled the words her lips denied. 

As down life's valley, hand in hand. 
We go to reach life's final strand. 
Where death's deep ocean gathers up 
The joys and sorrows of earth's cup, 
Her smile shall ev'ry pleasure bless. 
Her voice will sing our happiness. 
And though her eyes shall speak alone, 
I know her heart is all my own. 

Music by Chas. Hes?. Copyriglited by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 



doming t$hvo' the ^loueij. 
COMING THRO' THE CLOVER, 



COMING thro' the clover 
At the dawn of day, 
When the merry birds were singing, 
Nell, the miller's daughter, 
Stole my heart away 
Coming thro' the clover, at dawn of day ; 
Tripping like a fairy 

Thro' the meadow green, 
So light and airy, 

So like a queen ; 
She sang her morning song 

As she went toward the mill, 
And though 'twas long ago, I hear 
Her sweet voice singing still. 

Of the miller's daughter 

You must all beware, 
If you meet her in the morning ; 

She wdll leave you heartless 

If 3^ou don't take care. 
Coming thro' the clover, at dawn of day ; 

She is so coquettish 
As she goes along. 

So bright and happy 
Singing her song. 

She nods her pretty head 



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As she trips the clover through, 
And with her wee hand plucks 
The roses wet with dew. 

Music by F. Maccabe. Copyrigbted by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 



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APRIL. 

OW sweet and gentle is thy winning voice ! 
Thou bid'st the hills and vales again rejoice 
That Spring is here ; — 
Like lambs at play thy rippling rivers run, 
Thy lakes, that gleam like silver 'neath the sun. 
Are cool and clear. 

Anon, thy skies are with dark clouds o'ercast, — 
Again, the shower is o'er, and all is past, — 

Old Sol appears ; 
How fickle are thy promises, O days 
Of April, when thy dreamy, golden rays 

Smile through thy tears ! 

Changeful, capricious as thy hours, O time, 
Of blended grief and joy, thy knell and chime, 

Is life's mixed cup ; 
Till all its hopes and fears, emotions deep, 
In death's eternal, sweetly-solemn sleep 

Are gathered up. 



BROKEN THREADS, 



AS the shuttle swiftly flies 
Back and forth before our eyes, 
Blending with its lingers light 
Warp and woof, till they unite 
In a fabric good and strong, 
Let us hear the weaver's song : — 

Weaving ever, day by day, 
As the shuttles briskly play, 
Broken threads how oft annoy 
And our precious time employ ; 
Warning us, by sharp reproof, 
We must watch the warp and woof. 

Weaving in life's busy loom. 
Mingling sunshine with the gloom, — 
Warp and woof of deeds we blend 
Till life's fabric has an end ; — 
Broken threads we often find 
Burdening the noble mind. 

Broken threads in life abound ; 
In each station they are found ; 
May Faith's kind and friendly hand 
Help us to adjust the strand, 
That, when life's last tide shall ebb. 
There shall be a perfect web. 



16 M $i$teii'$ Jfppeal 

A SISTER'S APPEAL. 



DON'T go near the bar-room, brother. 
Listen to a sister's prayer, — 
Do not yield to its temptation. 

Sin and death are lurking there ; 
Do not heed the gilded palace, 

'Tis a mask the tempter wears. 
And beneath it frowns destruction ; 
It will meet you unawares. 

Don't go near the bar-room, brother, — 

Shun it as an evil place ; 
It will bring you desolation, 

Cover you with deep disgrace ; 
Friends and kindred all around you 

Counsel you to pass it by ; 
May the pleadings of a sister 

Strengthen you once more to try ! 

Don't go near the bar-room, brother, — 

Touch not, taste not of the wine ; 
There is poison in its contact, 

Do not worship at its shrine ; 
Join the grand "teetotal army," 

Shun the bar-room and the cup. 
Then we'll work and wait together 

Till the monster shall give up ! 



In l^eaven V\\ r^och thoe to $loep. 17 

IN HEAVEN TLL ROCK THEE TO 

SLEEP. 



YES ! darling one, I will rock thee to sleep, 
Stay not to murmur or sadly to weep, 
Smile, though thy pathway is rugged and cold, 
Soon shall I greet thee in heaven's sweet fold ; 
Cease thy repinings, for troubles must come 
Where'er on earth thou shalt find thee a home : 
Over life's desert the shadows will creep, 
In realms of joy I will rock thee to sleep ! 

No love like that of thy mother thou'lt find, 
No hand to guide thee, no ties that will bind, 
No eyes to watch thee and no heart to love 
As love the angels in mansions above ; 
Still doth my heart sweetly roam to my child 
When tempests come and when life's night is wild ; 
Over my darling my fond watch I'll keep 
Till when in heaven I rock thee to sleep ! 

Soon wilt thou cross the dark river of death ; 
Ere long thou'lt feel the great reaper's cold breath ; 
Angels shall bear thee from life's cheerless shore 
To realms where beauty shall fade nevermore ; 
Sweet songs shall greet thee and bright forms ap- 
pear. 
Nevermore care and grief's shadows thou'lt fear, 
But where dwells happiness, lasting and deep, 
Gladly, my loved one, I'll rock thee to sleep ! 

Music by F. Bucklej'. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell «& Company, Bostou. 



18 Columbia is 3ft|e$! 

COLUMBIA IS FREE! 



UP with the flag of the crimson and white, 
Up with the stars, gleaming steady and 
bright, 
Up with the old flag and down with the new, 
Down with the false flag and up with the true ; 
No more its stripes are an emblem of wrong, 
]h[o more it waves o'er the bondman's sad song, 
Pride of the earth and the queen of the sea, 
Hasten the tidings, — Columbia is free ! 

Hear it, ye tyrants, who crush and oppress. 
List to the death-groans of want and distress ! 
Heed it, ye monarchs, who rule but with might. 
Scoffing at Justice and scorning the Right ; 
Hear the last clankings of fetter and chain. 
See our old flag, free from Slavery's stain ! 
O'er our great land, from the sea to the sea. 
Hear the grand chorus, — Columbia is free ! 

Peal it, ye bells, from each quivering spire. 
Echo it, cannon, with accents of fire. 
Thunder it, tempest, and murmur it, sea. 
Justice has triumphed and all men are free! 
Tell it to nations which crouch in the dust. 
Freedom has conquered, as ever it must; 
Liberty, Union, our watchwords must be, 
Foremost of nations, — Columbia is free ! 

Music by Oscar Linden. Gopyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston 



$he ^ang of !l?)ay$ f one By. 19 

6*//^ 5AA^(9 6^7^ DArS GONE BT, 



A MAIDEN wandered on 
Amid autumnal flowers, 
And as she roamed she sang 
To while away the hours. 
I listened to the strain 

Which on the breeze came nigh, 
And found she sang of days 
That long since glided by. 

"Farewell, farewell ! " she sang, 
"Ye hopes I cherished long. 

How sweet ye were to me 

When I was glad and strong ! 

But now 'tis memory 

Alone that brings ye nigh ; 

My dream is over now, 

sunny days gone by ! 

"I loved and was beloved ; 

1 thought my joy complete ; 
The stars shone brighter then. 

The flowers were more sweet ; 
But joy can pass away, 

And promises can die, 
And now I sing the strain 

Of days — of days gone by ! " 

Set to Music and Copyrighted by Sig. Avigusto Bendelari, New York. 



20 ^weet ^^^$, 

SWEET TEARS, 



SWEET tears ! we long have strangers been. 
How precious now thou art to me ! 
As welcome as the summer rain 

To thirsting flower and tree ; 
A magic spell thou dost impart, 

A sweet balm to allay my grief, 
To soothe a weary, doubting heart 

That so much needs thy kind relief. 
A magic spell thou dost impart, 

A sweet balm to allay my grief, 
To soothe a weary, doubting heart 

O'erladen with its grief. 

How sad the eyes that cannot weep 

When sorrows fall upon the soul. 
When angry tempests wildly sweep 

Which we cannot control I 
Oh ! better far that tears should fall, 

And with them ev'ry grief depart. 
That happiness may, after all. 

Leave sweetest sunshine in the heart. 
Oh ! better far that tears should fall- 

And with them ev'ry grief depart. 
That happiness may, after all. 

Leave sunshine in the heart. 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 



SUMMER SONGS, 



ON rosy wings the Summer comes, 
A gleeful creature, young and fair, 
While by her side the wild bee hums, 
And cherry-blossoms deck her hair. 

The blue-bird echoes her sweet voice, 
The clover nods her path along. 

While all in life with her rejoice 
Whose step is music, voice is song. 

O Summer ! slowly pass the hours 
Before thy silv'ry voice is mute ; 

And teach my heart, with thy bright flowers. 
To wait for life's autumnal fruit. 

MUSIC, 



A LOVE for music, in the human breast. 
Denotes a mind attuned to what is best, 
A soul awake to good, to evil blind, 
A heart in unison with all mankind. 
No hatred can e'er sit on music's throne. 
It yields to love's sweet influence alone. 
While gentle Mercy at her footstool stands 
To execute its queen's divine commands. 
How oft it seems, when music rules the hour, 
That nought in life is proof against its power. 
As if some spirit plays the magic keys 
And fills the earth with heavenly harmonies ! 



22 Sarnie will X[i^in\{xx to P^a. 

JAMIE WILL RETURN TO ME, 



' np WAS many and many a year ago 

1- That young Edward came wooing me, 
But I told him I could not give ear to him, 

For my lover was o'er the sea ; 
My heart was near breaking when Jamie left, 

To be gone for many a day. 
And though I was kind to young Edward Lane, 

Yet I could not but answer "Nay." 

The roses have bloomed and the snows have come, 

Yet my sailor-boy comes not back ; 
I have lived through long years with their smiles 
and tears, 

And I've ever been true to Jack ; 
I sit at my window and gaze afar 

Till my poor eyes grow weak and dim. 
Yet never a sailor comes back to port 

Who can bring me a word from him. 

The lasses have wedded the lads they love. 

And the villagers gaze at me, 
And they whisper that Jamie will ne'er come back 

From his voyage far o'er the sea ; 
And Edward still comes to our cottage-door 

For a word and a smile from me ; 
He urges his suit with each coming year. 

Yet my husband he ne'er can be. 



A white-winged vessel sails up the bay, 

And it gladdens my weary eyes, 
For I know that my Jamie is on its deck, 

And my heart to his welcome flies ; 
I know I have waited, but not in vain. 

For my Jamie to come to me. 
And now we shall never be parted more ; 

He has come from the deep blue sea. 

Music by Claribel. Copyrighted by G. D. RusseU & Company, Boston. 

MURAIURING BROOK, 



HAVE heard its dulcet song. 
Heard its sweet, unceasing strain, 
As the brooklet ran along 

On its way toward the main : 
And I think of childhood's days 
When I wandered by its side, 
List'ning to the merry lays. 
Rippling on its silvery tide. 

Now I wander once again 

On its margin, soft and green. 
And I roam o'er memory's plain 

Thinking of what might have been ; 
Sing, sweet rivulet, thy song, 

Flowing onward to the sea. 
To the past thy strains belong, 

Yet the change is all in me. 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



24 P^otbetj will gtjeet iie. 

MOTHER WILL GREET ME. 



MOTHER will greet me when this life is o'er, 
Where she is waiting, on heaven's bright 
shore, — 
Waiting to take me from earth's realms of pain, - - 
Waiting to welcome her loved one again. 
When I have entered at that golden door. 
She will caress me, again, as of yore; 
Past the blue dome, where the silver stars peep 
Mother will greet me and rock me to sleep. 

She will be waiting to welcome me there. 
From this drear valley of sorrow and care, — 
Waiting to cheer me with love's fervent kiss 
When I shall enter the region of bliss ; 
She will again be my guardian and guide, 
When I have passed o'er the perilous tide. 
Yes ! though death's river is rapid and deep, 
When it is crossed, she will rock me to sleep. 

She was so kind in the days that are past, — 
Days far too happy and joyous to last ; 
E'en now her mem'ry is like some sw^eet dream, 
Like some dear song, of which love is the theme. 
She will again kiss the tears from my cheek, — 
Smile with a language that words cannot speak ; 
Never again shall I sorrow or weep ; 
Mother will greet me, and rock me to sleep. 

Music by M. Keller. Copyrighted by H. Tolman & Comjiany, Boston. 



$in^ ^e the ^ong you used to sing. 2, 

SIJVG ME THE SONG YOU USED 
TO SING, 



SING me the song you used to sing 
In days when I was young, 
'Twill sound more sweetly now to me 

Than all that you have sung ; 
'Twill call me back to days of joy, 

To happy scenes of yore, 
When I was but a simple child 
Upon life's pleasant shore. 

Oh, let the sweet, sweet strains be heard, 

The welcome notes prolong, 
And happy feelings will be moved 

To echo to thy song ; 
Oh, let the music gently fall 

Upon my waiting ear. 
And memories will hasten back 

The sweet refrain to hear. 

'Twill bring to mind my childhood's friends, 

Companions on life's shore, 
And memories of gentle ones 

Who walk earth's paths no more ; 
Then let the echo of thy song 

Come back from far-off land. 
Like angel -voices calling us 

To join their happy band. 

Music by E. Leslie. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



26 Sunshine and Shadow. 

SUNSHINE AND SHADOW. 



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NE by one the silent shadows 
Warn me that the day is past, 
And the night, so cold and cheerless. 

With its darkness cometh fast ; 
Yet the day shall brightly dawn 

After all the gloomy night. 
And the morning soon will come. 
With its rays of golden light. 

Now my soul is dark with sorrow. 

And my hopes have passed away ; 
One by one the shades of sadness 

Have succeeded pleasure's day ; 
Yet I know that after gloom 

Sweetest hopes again shall cheer. 
And beyond the clouds of grief 

Joy's bright sun is shining clear. 

Music by C. C. Wentworth. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell «& Company. 

THE ROSE BY THE DOOR, 



WHEN farewells were spoken^ 
I left the dear spot, 
And as I departed 

I gazed on the cot. 
The home of my childhood ; 
And, turning once more, 



^he Bose by the 'Boori, 27 

I plucked some sweet roses 
That bloomed by the door. 

Now, home and its pleasures 

Are left far behind, 
And nought but sweet mem'ries 

Their bright spell doth bind : 
I sigh for the dear ones. 

And fair scenes of yore, 
And gaze on the roses 

That bloomed by the door. 

I've gathered the flowers 

Of fair, sunny climes. 
Yet childhood's sweet echoes 

Still mingle their chimes ; 
Though fortune its blessings 

Upon me may pour, 
I cherish the roses 

That bloomed by the door. 

The petals have faded 

And lost their perfume, 
Yet mem'ry endows them 

With fragrance and bloom ; 
And hope is e'er smiling 

With greetings in store 
From dear ones, where roses 

Shall bloom by the door. 

Set to Music and Copyriglited by Leonard Marshall, Boston. 



28 Malting io^ hi$ (fkiming. 

WA/TIJVG FOR HIS COMING, 



EVENING shades around are falling 
And the night is closing in, 
Hushed are now the birds' sweet warblings, 

Peace succeeds the daylight's din ; 
Now our little circle gathers 
In the old, familiar room. 
While we anxiously are waiting, — 
Waiting for papa to come. 

We have listened for his coming 

Since the evening's curtain fell, — 
Since the purple shadows lengthened 

Over hill and plain and dell ; 
Now the starry lamps are lighted 

In the far-off, azure sky. 
And the moonbeams fleck the meadow. 

Yet his footstep draws not nigh. 

Hark ! along the little pathway 

Comes a footstep, quick and light. 
And we know that he is coming. 

With his smile so glad and bright ; 
Now our doubts and fears have vanished, 

Now our sorrows disappear, 
Sombre clouds give place to sunshine ; 

He is coming, he is here ! 

Music by E. Leslie. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell & Company, Bo&ton. 



(gho (lot besiae the ^ill. 29 

THE COT BESIDE THE MILL. 



I'M thinking of the happy days 
When life was fair and free, 
When childhood, with its merry lays. 

Was full of joy to me ; 
When life with changing smiles and tears 

The long, long days would fill, 
And blest, through all my childhood's years. 
The cot beside the mill. 

When age shall place upon my brow 

The tale of years gone by, 
And bid the joys around me now 

On memory's pinions fly, 
My heart will turn to thee again, 

And have its pleasure still, 
In living o'er its joy or pain, 

Dear cot beside the mill. 

The friends that shared my blissful lot 

Have vanished, one by one ; 
Have gained the land where death is not, 

Beyond the setting sun ; 
But till the reaper comes this way 

His ripened sheaf to fill, 
I'll ne'er forget, where'er I stray. 

The cot beside the mill. 

Music by E. N. Catlin. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell Si, Company, Boston. 



30 ill} tAUh miU and L 

MT LITTLE WIFE AND I. 



HOW happily the moments pass 
From dewy morn till night, 
While we behold in fortune's glass 

Sweet pictures of delight ! 
Two loving hearts one there may see 

Beneath a cloudless sky ; 
Perhaps those loving ones may be 
My little wife and I. 

No sorrow comes to cloud our lot 

Or cast its shadow here, 
And ev'ry trouble is forgot 

While one we love is near ; 
There is no harsh or cruel word. 

There is no sad'ning sigh ; 
We never have but kindness heard, 

My little wife and I. 

We know that some day we must part, 

When death shall come between, 
When one poor tried and trusting heart 

Alone on Faith must lean ; 
But we shall part to meet again 

Beyond earth's clouded sky. 
Beyond life's sunshine and its rain"^. 

My httle wife and I. 

Music by O. Linden. Copja-ighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



^ome into the ^emplat|'$ Lodge. 31 

COME INTO THE TEMPLAR'S 
LODGE, 



YOU need no longer stay outside, 
Where all is dark and cold ; 
You see the door is opened wide 

That leads into our fold ; 
No matter what the world will say, — 

They've said queer things before ; 
Don't be ashamed of doing right ; 
Come in, and drink no more. 

Do throw aside the tempting glass. 

Which does nobody good. 
And rest assured you'll ne'er repent 

Of doing as you should ; 
'Twill make a better man of you 

Than e'er you were before, 
So bid good-by to old disgrace ; 

Come in, and drink no more. 

When you are safe within our gate, 

Seek out your brother-man, 
And tell him it is not too late 

To cast aside the ban : 
Go bid him do as you have done. 

And lead him to our door. 
And say to him, as we now say, 

Come in, and drink no more. 

Music by Callcott. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



32 mhm ¥ou and I w^^ Moving. 

WHEN YOU AND I WERE YOUNG. 



I LOVE to dream of olden days, 
When you and I were young, 
When happily life's golden rays 

Above our pathway hung : 
And though the present brings its joy 

To gild the passing hours, 
I dream of days without alloy. 
Of spring-time and its flowers. . 

I love to think of those bright hours. 

Though happy days come now ; 
'Tis well to prize the faded flowers 

That bloomed on youth's fair brow. 
How bright the future then appeared. 

How sweetly birds then sung. 
What loving friends our pathway cheered 

When you and I were young ! 

The loved companions of those days 

Have left us, one by one ; 
And some have trod the golden ways 

To realms beyond the sun ; 
Yet, when death's hand shall bring to view 

The scenes that hope has sung, 
Oh ! may we meet the friends we knew 

When you and I were young. 

Music by G. J. Wilson. Copyrighted by G. D. Kussell & Company. 



I^uti Bud has Bloom. d in heaven. 33 

OUR BUD HAS BLOOMED IN 
HE A VEN, 



OUR bud has bloomed in heaven, 
Within that garden fair, 
Where richest hues are given 

To flowers that blossom there, 
Where petals open to the morn 

And shed sweet fragrance there ; 
Our bud has bloomed in heaven, 
Within that garden fair. 

Earth was too cold to nourish 

The pale and drooping plant ; 
Its fair form could not flourish 

Amid life's sin and want ; 
So angels bore the flow'ret home 

To its own native air ; 
Our bud has bloomed in heaven. 

Within that garden fair. 

Where crystal waters, flowing, 

Reveal the golden sands, 
Where lov'liest flow'rs are growing, 

Our loved and lost one stands ; 
That we may meet our treasure soon 

Shall be our constant praver ; 
Our bud has bloomed in heaven. 

Within that garden fair. 

Music by Claribel. Copyrighted by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 



34 Mbo will come to meet ^e thetie? 

WHO WILL COME TO MEET ME 
THERE f 



I AM dying, mother, dying, 
At the closing of the day, 
When the beauty of the sunhght 

In the far west fades away ; 
I am going far from earth, mother. 

To the land where comes no care. 
Yet I long to know, dear mother. 
Who will come to meet me there? 

Will my brother come to greet me 

And to welcome me above. 
Should I pass the golden portals 

Of the happy realms of love? 
Will my sister, who has left us 

'Midst earth's sorrow and .despair, - - 
Will she be the first to greet me ? 

Who will come to meet me there? 

Will there be a kindly welcome 

For the soldier, to that home 
Where there comes no blast of trumpet, 

Where immortal spirits roam? 
Mother, I can hear thy sobbing. 

And thy murmured evening prayer. 
Yet, before I die, oh ! tell me, 

Who will come to meet me there? 

Music by Henry Fontrill. Copyriglited by Lyon & Healy, CMcago, 111. 



Bessie Bai|i|ington. 35 

BESSIE BARRINGTON. 



WINSOME Bessie Barrington ! 
When I first beheld thy face, 
Framed in curls of golden hair, 

And thy form of childish grace ; 
When I saw thy sweet blue eye 

Peering out, as if afraid. 
Though we were but children then, 
My heart at thy feet was laid. 

We were girl and boy at school. 

Trudging up life's crowded hill ; 
(Many lessons there we learned, 

Many we are learning still !) 
And as to and fro we went 

From our homes to school each day 
Was it strange our little hands 

Came together on the way? 

When we sat within the room 

Bending o'er the dreaded book. 
Did not oft our fearless eyes 

Dare to interchange a look? 
From the lesson on the page 

To our joys our thoughts would rove ; 
Ah ! sweet Bessie Barrington, 

I was also learning love ! 



36 Bessie Batir^ingion. 

When we coasted down the hill 

Side by side upon the sled, 
When the snow-king's icy lips 

Kissed thy cheeks to deeper red, 
How we sung our gleeful songs. 

Till the echoes rang again ! 
Yes ! my heart is turning back 

List'ning for the sweet refrain ! 

When the Spring-time decked the fields 

With a carpet of soft green, 
When the robin built his nest 

And the violets were seen, 
How we rambled through the woods, 

Gathering with eager hand 
What the breath of May had brought 

To bloom o'er our Northern land. 

How those flowers faded, died ! 

How their perfume stole away ! 
One I found between the leaves 

Of a book I read to-day ; 
Withered keepsake of the past, 

Though its fragrance may depart, 
While I live it e'er shall be 

Sacred in my heart of heart I 

Then the golden Summer-days 
Brought the roses, white and red. 



Bessie Baiir^ington. 37 

And the birds on apple-boughs 
Sang their sweet songs overhead, 

No whit happier than we, 

Roaming where the winding lane 

Led us to the silver lake. 
Which to us seemed like the main. 

There we sailed our mimic ships. 

How our argosies were lost 
When a strong and fitful breeze 

O'er our little ocean crossed ! 
Yes, all ships that sail the sea 

Of life meet some threat'ning frown, ' 
And we cannot wonder that 

Many ships of joy go down. 

Hand in hand we sought the mead 

Where the wild strawberries grew 
Nesthng mid the emerald leaves. 

Spangled with the morning dew ; 
As I filled thy basket up 

With the ripest and the best, 
I was dreaming all the while 

And my heart was not at rest. 

Where we raked the fragrant hay 

Down amid the busy throng, 
Came the accents of thy voice 

Joining in the harvest-song. 



38 Bessie Bai^i^inQton. — ^av^lmg P^innie 3iee. 

Ah ! I heard no other sound 
Half so sweet as that to me, 

And my heart was not afraid 
Its one secret to give thee. 

Little Bessie Barrington, 

Thou wert surely not to blame ; 
Though I loved thee with my life, 

Thou couldst not love me the same. 
Many years have rolled since then, 

Bitter, — sweet, at times my cup, 
Yet I've drained the chalice dry 

Fortune's firm hand has held up. 

Why these mem'ries of the past? 

Do they soothe my life's great pain? 
Do they give a sweeter tone 

To a sad, eternal strain? 
Ah ! dear Bessie Barrington, 

Though I ever think of thee 
I would give the world to know 

If thou e'er dost think of me. 

DARLING MINNIE LEE. 



WHERE the violets are nodding, 
Smiling in the gentle breeze, 
And the zephyrs sing sweet carols 
As they flit among the trees ; 



Bis ^piijit bovoriS iioaij 9th. 39 

Where the merry songsters warble 
From the morn till shades of night, 

There we laid our darling Minnie 
Evermore from mortal sight. 

Death has robbed us of our treasure, 

And the angels have her now. 
Where no shade of pain or sorrow 

Comes to cloud our darling's brow ; 
O'er her grave the birds are singing, 

In the sunlight sweet and free. 
But they cannot bring our loved one 

Back to us, sweet Minnie Lee. 

Music by E. N. Catlin. Copyrighted bj'H. Tolnian & Company, Boston. 

H/S SPIRIT HOVERS NEAR ME, 



I^ROM the sky the stars looked down 
On the roses as they slept, 
And the shadows, soft and brown, 
O'er the earth so quickly crept ; 
As a voice I knew full well 

Whispered sweetly in my ear, 
" Let no absence break the spell. 
For my spirit will be near." 

Time has brought its hopes and fears. 
Since we parted that fair night. 



40 I'll meet ?hee at the fate. 

Brought its mingled smiles and tears, 

All its darkness and its light ; 
Yet my heart no sorrow knows 

That his mem'ry cannot cheer, 
For one thought will bring repose, 

Yes, his spirit hovers near. 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyriglited by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

FLL MEET THEE AT THE GATE. 



YES, I will meet thee to-night, 
Down by the home of the roses, 
After the sun takes its flight. 

When the sweet song-bird reposes ; 
Down by the old, rustic gate. 

Where we have met often times, 
For thy sure coming I'll wait 

When the old village bell chimes. 

Nought but the whispering breeze 

Lists to the tale love confesses, 
Starlights, that peep through the trees, 

Tell us how constancy blesses ; 
Though we shall sometime grow old. 

Time shall our sweet vows renew. 
Marking this bright hour with gold, 

If we are loving and true. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



Beautiful ^unaet. 41 

BEAUTIFUL SUNSET, 



OH, beautiful sunset! how radiantly bright, 
See where the twilight is wedding the night ; 
Beautiful altar, splendor untold : 
Curtains of crimson and silver and gold. 
Oh ! proudly the sunbeam is wearing his crest 
While going to welcome his bride from the west ! 
Look where the mist-cloud is veiling the trees, 
While a sweet anthem is sung by the breeze. 

Oh, beautiful rainbow ! now hanging on high, 
Crescent of colors which vie with the sky, 
Beautiful promise, spanning the dome, 
Giving the sun-orb good-speed to his home ; 
Now, softly the twilight leans down thro' the mist, 
Leans down o'er the flowers the shower has kissed, 
Over the lake, which, with tremulous glow. 
Mirrors the sunbeams which swing to and fro. 

Oh, beautiful sunset ! the last breath of day ; 
Softly the features of light pass away. 
Soon shall the starlight come with its gleam. 
Gilding the earth like a soft, fairy dream ; 
Oh ! thus may life's sunset be sweetly serene, 
When we shall look backward o'er earth's final 

scene ; 
Prelude of joys that shall gladden our sight 
After life's sunset and after earth's night. 

Music by Jean Foster. CopjTighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



42 Beat| ^Id !tfi|iond$ at 3^ome. 

DEAR OLD FRIENDS AT HOME, 



I MEET with kind friends, dear to me, 
Where'er I chance to roam, 
But dearer, dearer still are they, 

Those kind old friends at home ; 
Their counsels ever guide my steps 

Alono- life's troubled way, 
And thouo-h far distant from them now 
I hear sweet memory's lay. 

I see their smiles in visions bright. 

So gentle and so kind. 
And hear ao-ain the dear old sono-s 

Which mem'ry brings to mind ; 
I kneel with them at eventide, 

When thickly shadows come. 
And pray for all those absent, and 

The dear old friends at home. 

Ere life's brief journey shall be o'er, 

I hope to meet them all, 
To join the household band again, 

And bygone scenes recall. 
But if death's hand should softly fall 

Upon me as I roam, 
May loved ones lay me down to rest 

Near by the friends at home. 

Music bv J. P. T\'ebster. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Cliicago, 111. 



^he Bmpty $leeve. 43 

THE EMPTY SLEEVE. 



SEE, where the empty sleeve 
Hangs by his side, 
No one will disbelieve 

That is our pride. 
Once did his good right arm 

Labor with zest. 
Guard his loved ones from harm, 
In peaceful rest. 

Our country's war-cry came ; 

He did not stay, 
But through the battle-flame 

Sought Freedom's day. 
Ask of the empty rag, 

There by his side, 
If our old battle-flag 

Was not his pride. 

From his right shoulder now 

Hangs the blue sleeve, 
While for his manly brow 

Laurels we weave. 
No badge were half so dear. 

You will believe. 
As on our volunteer 

That empt}^ sleeve. 



44 (|be ;|'i|owning flift 

THE FROWNING CLIFF. 



I CLIMB the frowning rock again, 
Where, oft in days my childhood knew, 
I watched the white ships on the main, 

The clouds that drifted o'er the blue ; 
How bright the dreams that came to me. 

How sweet the songs that fancy sung. 
As, on the old clifl'by the sea. 

The pearls of ocean were unstrung ! 
How bright the dreams that came to me. 

How sweet the songs that fancy sung, 
As, on the old cliff by the sea, 

The pearls of ocean were unstrung I 

The dreams have faded, one by one ; 

The songs have sadly died away ; 
I see nought but the setting sun. 

Hear but the music of the spray. 
Thus, after long and clouded years. 

Along the rocky cliflT range. 
The same old scene around appears ; 

How sad that hearts alone must change ! 
Thus, after long and clouded years. 

Along the rocky clifl' I range, 
The same old scene around appears ; 

How sad that hearts alone must change ! 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 



Bins the Bell $o{tly. 45 

RING THE BELL SOFTLY. 



SOME one has gone from this strange world 
of ours, 
No more to gather its thorns with its flowers ; 
No more to linger where sunbeams must fade, 
Where, on all beauty, death's fingers are laid; 
Weary with mingling life's bitter and sweet, 
Weary with parting and never to meet, 
Some one has gone to the bright, golden shore. 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door ! 

Some one is resting from sorrow and sin, 
Happ3^ where earth's conflicts enter not in ; 
Foyous as birds, when the morning is bright. 
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us theii 
Weary with sowing and never to reap, [light; 
Weary with labor and welcoming sleep. 
Some one's departed to heaven's bright shore. 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door ! 

Angels were anxiously longing to meet 
One who walks with them in heaven's bright street ; 
Loved ones have whispered that some one is blest. 
Free from earth's trials, and taking sweet rest. 
Yes ! there is one more in angelic bliss. 
One less to cherish, and one less to kiss ; 
One more departed to heaven's bright shore. 
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door ! 

Music by E. N. Catlin. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



46 (pell me not that I'll for^get ^hee. 

TELL ME NOT THAT PLL FORGET 

THEE. 



TELL me not that I'll forget thee, 
Though I roam in lands afar ; 
Since the golden day I met thee 

Thou hast been my guiding star. 
When on life's dark, stormy ocean. 

Weary with the heart's unrest, 
Thou hast soothed the wild commotion 
That has raged within ni}^ breast. 

Tell me not that I'll forget thee ; 

Time and distance have no power 
To dissolve the spell awakened 

In that happy, bygone hour ; 
Nought on earth has yet o'ershadowed 

Love like that I feel for thee, 
And, with faith and hope remaining, 

There is sunshine yet for me. 

Tell me not that I'll forget thee ; 

Breathe it not, if thou must think 
That affection's chain is severed. 

That there is a broken link. 
No I I never will forget thee 

Wheresoe'er on earth I roam. 
Where thou dwellest, there my true heart 

Turns to find its only home. 

Music by C. C. \Yentwortli. Copyriglited bj- G. D. Russell & Company. 



Little l^nes at ^ome. 47 

LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 



WHEN the world without is cheerless, 
And our summer friends have flown, 
When the earth seems one vast citv. 

And we walk its streets alone ; 
Then the innocence of children 

Tells us that there still is hope, 
And we see the light approaching, 
Though in darkness now we grope. 

Is it home without the music 

Of their voices, full and sweet? 
Is it home without the patter 

Of their never -resting feet? 
There is magic in their presence. 

And its power none can tell 
\Vho are strangers to the children. 

And have never known their spell. 

In the little buds of promise 

Clustering in worldly home. 
We may see an earthly symbol 

Of the happiness to come ; 
When our weary feet shall wander 

To a better world than this. 
May we be as little children 

Entering a home of bliss. 



48 Mhm the Koses bloom agaii^. 

WHEN THE ROSES BLOOM AGAIN. 



WHEN the roses bloom again 
In the sunshine clear and sweet, 
I shall wander to the spot 

Where we often used to meet ; 
And beneath the old tree's shade 

I shall dream of happy hours, 
Ere a shadow or a blight 

Fell upon life's brightest flowers ; 
And beneath the old tree's shade 

I shall dream of happy hours, 
Ere a shadow or a blight 

Fell upon life's brightest flowers. 

When the roses bloom again 

And their sweetest charms display, 
Hopes I cherish with my life 

Will but wither and decay, 
If thou dost not come again 

To the try sting-place of yore, 
And the roses in my heart 

To their old-time bloom restore ; 
If thou dost not come again 

To the try-sting-place of yore. 
And the roses in my heart 

To their old-time bloom restore. 

Music by Kreide. Copyriglited by J. H. Keitb & Co., St. Louis, Mo. 



(|)h, br^ing bach my (^hildbootl! 49 

OH, BRING BACK AIT CHILDHOOD! 



/^~^H, bring back my childhood again, with its 

When Hfe was a garden of sunshine and flowers. 
As softly it glided when I was a boy, 

And happiness dwelt in the swift-passing hours ! 
How vividly now one fond picture appears ^ 

Engraven by time on the page of the mind, 
And once more it seems, as in life's sunny years, 

I'm holding the skein for my grandma to wind. 

Pm standing again by my grandmother's side. 

As often I stood in the sweet days of yore. 
And through the quaint window the bright sun- 
beams glide 

And dance with delight on the white sanded floor ; 
My school-fellows, weary of waiting for me. 

Are beck'ning and calling, but 'tis all in vain, 
Till at length from tired arms the last band is free 

And grandma has wound up the last of the skein. 

The sunlight that streamed through the small 
window-pane 
Illumed the old room with its bright, cheerful 
beams. 
And fell on the form which for long years has lain 
Where green willows wave and the summer- 
day dreams. 



50 f tjowmg l^ld. 

She told me of life, that 'twas tangled and rough. 

That throughout its strands many knots I should 
find 
Which might be unravelled, with patience enough. 

While holding life's skein for the future to wind. 

Music by E. Leslie. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston 

GJ^OWIJVG OLD, 



YES ! the step was somewhat lighter 
In the far-off, sunny years ; 
And the eye was clearer, brighter, 

Surely, than it now appears ; 
And the gray hair bleaches whiter 
With increasing hopes and fears. 

Youth was here with buds and flowers 

In the sweet, lost long-ago. 
And so jo3^ous were the hours 

That unheeded was their flow ; 
Now, alone through mem'ry's towers 

Shall those bright days come and go. 

Growing old ! Like all before us ; 

One by one swift years depart. 
Sunshine, shadow, falling o'er us, 

Joy and grief their hues impart ; 
While we chant life's final chorus 

Let us keep youth in the heart. 



TUB LITTLE WANDERER, 



A LITTLE wanderer am I, 
Without a home beneath the sky, 
And if no kind friend shelters me, 

Must lay me down at once to die ; 
The snow is drifting o'er my path, 

The cold and piercing winds benumb, 
And I shall starve, for I have not 
Of bread to eat a single crumb. 

Oh ! think of one who does not know 

A father's care, a mother's love ; 
My lot is bitterness and woe 

Where on earth I chance to rove ; 
But there is One who hears my cry, 

Who listens to the orphan's call. 
He surely will not let me die 

Who heedeth e'en the sparrow's fall. 

Oh ! stranger do not turn aside. 

When you my humble prayer have heard, 
But cheer the little orphan's heart 

With kindly deed and gentle word ; 
And you will not regret the thought 

You gave to wanderers such as we 
When you shall hear those blessed words 

That ''Ye have done it unto me." 

Music by Jean Foster. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



52 Mhetie the :(iittle Ifl'eet atje Waiting. 

WHERE THE LITTLE FEET ARE 
WAITING, 



PUT away the little garments 
That the darling used to wear ; 
She will need them on earth never ; 
She has climbed the golden stair ; 
She is with the happy angels, — 

And I long for her sweet kiss, — 
Where the little feet are waiting. 
In the realm of perfect bliss. 

Lay aside her little playthings, 

Wet with mother's pearly tears. 
How we shall miss little Nellie 

All the coming, weary years ! 
Fold the dainty little dresses 

That she nevermore will wear, 
For her little feet are waiting, — 

Waiting on the golden stair. 

Kiss the little curly tresses 

Cut from her bright, golden hair. 
Do the angels kiss our darling 

In the realm of love so fair? 
Oh ! we pray to meet our darling. 

For a long, long, sweet embrace. 
Where the little feet are waiting. 

When we meet her face to face. 

Music by J. P. Webster. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Chicago, HI. 



^he (^ijichet on the leat|th. 53 

THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH, 



TWEET, tweet, tweet! 
Chirping cricket on the hearth ; 
Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

Is your song of grief or mirth? 
Do you keep watch o'er us all 
From your home in chimney wall, 
Warning us by friendly call ? 
Are there dangers all unknown 
Save to your wise head alone 
That you breathe your monotone, 
Little cricket on the hearth ? 

Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

Still we hear your same old strain ; 
Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

One monotonous refrain. 
Tell us, cunning little elf. 
Do you sigh for earthly pelf? 
Have you wish to place yourself 
In the world's great, busy mart. 
And in human life take part? 
Ah, wee cricket, you've no heart ! 

Little cricket on the hearth. 

Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

You are happier by far. 
Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

Than the most of mortals are ; 



There are clouds o'er ev'ry life ; 
Each day brings its toil and strife ; 
Ev'ry lot with dangers rife. 
There is peace within your nest ; 
Why should you, with such life blest, 
Ever seek to know the rest, 

Little cricket on the hearth? 

Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

Chirping cricket on the hearth ; 
Tweet, tweet, tweet ! 

Sing your songs of grief or mirth. 
You shall wander safe and free, 
Whatsoe'er your mission be ; 
Nought shall e'er bid you to flee. 
Sing your joys and chant your woes, — 
Best of friends, or least of foes, — 
Whether life's fire dies or glows, 

Little cricket on the hearth. 

READ ME A LETTER FROM HOME, 



READ me a letter from home to-night. 
Oh I read me a letter from home ; 
Falling like rays of sweet sunshine bright 

O'er paths I so drearily roam. 
It will be precious as morning's glow. 

When night's hours of sorrow are past, 
'Twill bring me scenes that no more I'll know 
And hours which were too bright to last. 



Read me the kind words of mother dear, 

So loving, so tender and true, 
Sweet as a voice from the heav'nl}^ sphere 

And bringing her loved form to view. 
Once more I gaze on the smile so sweet, 

Again I am happy and free. 
Stopping the progress of time's swift feet, 

Oh, blissful were those days to me ! 

Music by A. Barton. Copyrighted by H. Tolinan & Company, Boston. 

HAPPINESS. 



THE purse may be empty, the garments be 
plain, 
And life's paths be tangled and dreary. 
The heart that is dauntless will rise once again. 

With hope for its anchor, though weary ; 
Will cling to the joys that a clear conscience brings 

And prize well the wonderful treasure. 
Will drink at the fount from which true knowledge 
And find for itself life's true pleasure, [springs, 

No matter what object we seek to attain. 

It fades when we once get possession : 
The baubles of fashion and wealth we may gain. 

When follows our sincere confession 
That happiness is not the vain thing we thought 

When for its sweet smiles we were sueing. 
By far different methods its sanction is bought 

And chiefly by constant well-doing ! 






TO breathe the free, clear air. 
Without a fear or care ; 
While joy and pleasure give 
The c/u7d its wish to live, 
And then? 

'Bright yoic^/i, with higher aim. 
With wish for endless fame. 
Desire for glittering gold. 
Nor thinks of growing old, 
And then? 

The man, with bright hopes still. 
With health and steadfast will. 
Drinks life's mixed draught, nor feels 
The fate that near him steals. 
And then? 

Old age, with tottering limbs, 
Weak mind, that trouble dims. 
Is laid to rest, at last. 
With friends and kindred past, 
And then? 

ALLIE VANE. 



THERE is many a green willow weeping 
O'er the spot where our darlmg finds rest, 
And the flowers in the sunlight are sleeping 
O'er the grave of the one we loved best ; 



3?ooms, 67 

Where the birds sing at morning of Allie, 
Who dwelt in the cot by the shore, 

And the breeze chants a song thro' the valley, 
Of one who shall come nevermore. 

When at night the pale moonbeams are gleaming, 

Which the shades of the forest illume. 
And the waves of the ocean are dreaming, 

Then we wander in grief to her tomb ; 
And we strew o'er her grave fairest flowers, 

When the stars, gazing down on our pain. 
Tell of hope, past this life's changing hours. 

When we'll meet with our loved Allie Vane. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company. 

POEMS, 



ASKING what lends you that look of deep care, 
"Poems, so touching!" you answer me, 
Clare, 
And still from that book you are reading, 
Weeping o'er ideal sorrows and fears ; 
Oh ! may the future, with swift-falling years. 

To your heart no true griefs be leading ! 
Poems, sweet sister, are found ev'ry where ; 
True hearts are poems most wonderful, Clare ; 

Now list to a secret worth knowing : 
In the brown depths of your bright, soul-lit eyes 
I can read poems more sweet and more wise 
Than all that your books have been showing ! 



58 f entle ^othe^ falls us lome. 

GENTLE MOTHER CALLS US 
HOME. 



I REMEMBER when in boyhood 
Far away in sunny years, 
When earth's httle beams of pleasure 

Were not blinded by its tears ; 
When from her sight we were straying 

Thoughtlessly awhile to roam, 
From our childish, wilful wand'rings 
Gentle mother called us home. 

After-years brought joy and sorrow 

To our humble village cot, 
Taking from our little circle 

Those who ne'er will be forgot ; 
Though we left our loved home often 

Through life's scenes awhile to roam, 
Yet, when sadness gathered o'er us, 

Gentle mother called us home. 

Now, beneath the weeping willow, 

They have laid her down to rest. 
And we walk alone life's journey 

By rude toils and cares opprest ; 
Yet we hear, through all the darkness, 

Wheresoe'er on earth we roam, 
A sweet voice, like angels' music ; — 

Gentle mother calls us home. 

Music by H. Fontrill. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Chicago, 111. 



I'm Xainjj'ring at the ^rden Qate. 59 

/W LINGERING AT THE GARDEN 

GA TE. 



I'M ling'ring at the garden-gate, 
Where oft we've met in days of yore, 
But still alone I sadlv wait 

For thy fond presence comes no more, — 
For thy fond presence comes no more. 

I murmur softly words of love 
I fain would whisper in thine ear, 

But ev'rything around, above. 

Is sad because thou art not here, — 
Is sad because thou art not here. 

I'm ling'ring at the garden-gate. 
But still I'm waiting here alone, 

No loved one doth expectant wait. 
No voice replies unto mine own, — 
No voice replies unto mine own. 

Oh I nevermore thou'lt meet me here 
Beside the little garden-gate, 

Yet mayst thou meet me, Lillie, dear, 
Where angel forms for loved ones wait, - 
Where angel forms for loved ones wait. 

Mnsic by ^f. Keller. Copyrighted by Wm. Hall & Son, "Sb^ York. 



60 Brieaihe it $oftly to m^ 3^oved ^nes. 

BREATHE IT SOFTLY TO MT 
LOVED ONES, 



COMRADES, there are dear ones gathered 
In our cottage-home to-night, 
Thinking of the absent soldier, 

And I see their faces bright ; 
To those loved ones, best and dearest. 

Gently, boys, the story tell. 
Breathe it softly, — oh, so softly ! — 

How the soldier fought and fell ! 
Breathe it softly, breathe it softly 

To those loved ones near and dear, 
Breathe it softly, — oh, so softly 

That a stranger cannot hear ! 

There is one within that circle 

Dearer far than all the rest ; 
Tell her we shall meet in heaven, 

In the mansions of the blest ; 
Breathe it softly to that mother 

Who has prayed for me through all. 
That I fought as soldiers should fight. 

That I fell as heroes fall. 

Tell my father, sister, brother. 

That their absent one was slain 
'Neath the banner of his country. 

On the gory battle-plain ; 



Breathe it softly, O my comrades, 

With a brother's kindly breath, 
That the flag in life above me 

Was my winding-sheet in death. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

ONLY, 



ONLY to know that the beautiful flowers 
Only delight us before they must fade ? 
Only to find that the sun and the showers 
Only bring beauty that must be decayed? 

Only to know that our love is a bubble, 
Only to know that no friendship is sure? 

Only to find that sweet hopes change to memories, 
Only to see that no joys can endure? 

Only a handful of dust in a coffin, — 
Only a phantom, to come and depart? 

Only for this do we face earth's temptations, 
Only for this do we join heart to heart? 

Onlv to know that each trouble and sorrow 

•J 

Only reminds us of earih^s fleeting years ! 
Only to feel that the glorious morrow 

Only is wanting to bring smiles for tears ! 



62 iiollie's Melcome to l^nt ilallotj. 

MOLLIE'S WELCOME TO PAT 
M ALLOT, 



O PATRICK, dear, I'm glad to hear 
You love me still the same, 
You left me long, long years ago, 

But you were not to blame ; 
'Twas poverty that drove you forth 

From your old cabin-home, 
And much I grieved that you must go, 

Among strange lands to roam. 
I know that you have thought of me 

Wherever you have been. 
And of our dear old country, 

Our hills and vales so green. 
And I'll be glad to welcome you. 

My true heart's only joy, 
I know that you will love me while 

Your name is Pat Malloy ! 

No matter how poor you have been, 

How poor you now may be. 
For you've a heart that's rich with love, 

And that's enough for me ; 
I care not for the hoarded wealth 

That misers may possess. 
It cannot purchase earthly love, 

Nor buy our happiness. 
We'll walk life's road together, Pat, 

Forever hand in hand ; 



A happier pair you will not find 

Throughout our own fair land : 
Remember, that while time shall last 

You're still my own dear boy, 
And may no changes take from me 

The iove of Pat Malloy ! 

Your mother, Pat, has passed away 

To brighter realms than this ; 
But ere she died, I took her hand 

And felt her dying kiss ; 
Her last words were of you, my love, 

And, whispered soft and low, 
She left her blessing for the lad 

Who cheered her life below. 
** Tell Pat," said she, while tear-drops rolled 

Adown her whitening cheek, 
*'I waited for his coming with 

A hope I could not speak. 
But we shall sometime meet again, 

In scenes of love and joy, 
And, until then, O Mollie, dear. 

Be true to Pat Malloy ! " 

Music by Geo. Dana. Copyriglited by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

MURMURING SHELL, 



MURMURING ever, thou beautiful shell, 
Sweet is thy music to me. 
Tell me of happier regions, oh ! tell, 
Under the waves of the sea. 



64 ' ^he ((f)ia (pottage. 

Is there no refuge from cares that oppress, 
No heart to welcome, with love's sweet caress, 
Realm of more joy and where sorrow is less, 

Down in the fathomless sea, 

Under the waves of the sea? 

Down in the grottos of coral and pearl 

Is there no haven of rest. 
Far from the tumult of earth's busy whirl, 

Dwelling with those we love best ; 
Is there no day without shadow or pain. 
No broken link in affection's sweet chain, 
No notes discordant in life's fleeting strain, 

Down in the fathomless sea. 

Under the waves of the sea? 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 

THE OLD COTTAGE, 



I LOVE it, dear cottage, amid the green hills. 
Surrounded by forests and musical rills. 
Though poor you may think it, and humble it be, 
'Tis dearer than all of earth's mansions to me ; 
I love it, for there was my infancy passed. 
And youth brought me pleasure too precious to last ; 
I'd give all the joys life has brought to my lot 
To call back the hours that were passed in that cot. 
'Tis dear, for a mother I loved has dwelt there. 
Before she was called to the mansion more fair, 



?be l^ew ¥oar/$ Basel 65 

A father, whose counsels were kindly and true, 
And brothers and sisters were there with me too ; 
You boast of your palace, of homes that are line, 
But none are more treasured or dearer than mine ; 
Though fortune may smile or may frown on my lot, 
That home on the hill-side will ne'er be forgot. 

Music by Geo. Dana. CopjTighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

THE NEW TEAR'S EASEL. 



AN untouched canvas for a pictured year 
Is spread before us by the hand of Time, 
That w^e may paint, in colors bright and clear. 
Such deeds as tend to make our days sublime ! 

Its lights and shadows we must mingle well, 
For life presents an ever-changing cup ; 

Sorrow and joy their presence each will tell 
Till life's brief heritage is yielded up. 

A page unwritten and a song unsung. 

Which future months shall write and sing to all. 

May we so join that accents from each tongue 
Shall comfort those who by the roadside fall 

The new year brings to us a fertile field. 
Where we may sow of coming joy the seed. 

And if good works the fleeting moments yield 
The new twelvemonth will make us blest in- 
deed ! 



66 Yankee foui:|tahip. 

YANKEE COURTSHIP, 



THE farmer dozes in his chair, 
And from his hands has dropped his paper, 
While Tabby, running here and there. 

Seems quite indined to " cut a caper ;" 
The huge fireplace is all aglow 

With ruddy flames, which light the kitchen ; 
They flush the cheeks of Patience Snow, 
And make the lass look quite bewitchin'. 



Dame Snow knits at a rapid rate. 

In " narrowing" the farmer's stocking, — 
When, at the door nearest the gate. 

Is heard a firm but gentle knocking ; 
And Patience — starting at the sound — 

Turns red, then white, her thoughts revealing, 
Her face, with each successive bound, 

Just like the apples she is peeling. 

"Why ! Peletiah, is it you? 

Who wud 'a' tho't it? Take a chair, sir." 
To the dame's welcome, quaint, yet true, 

The farmer adds, " Heow du yeou fare, sir? ' 
"Fust-rate I I thank yeou — that is — good, 

Except a cough," says Peletiah ; 
Adds Patience, putting on more wood, 

" Yeou'd better hitch up tu the fire." 



ymhee (^our^tship. 07 

*' Heow despret cold it's bin, so fur ! " 

"I never seed sech awful weather." 
** Yeour mother, wot's become o' her? 

Why didn't you run in tugether? " 
" We haint seen your folks much this week." 

*' Think I see Aunt Jerusha, Sunday." 
" Yas, she was down with Uncle Zeke, 

And stayed with aunt and him till Monday.'" 

'* Heow air 3^eou off this year fur hops?" 

The farmer asks of Peletiah. 
*' I think as heow we had good crops, 

Considerin' that help was higher ; 
We /led less taters, though, this year. 

An' corn, I think, was scanty, rayther; 
It didn't half fill out the ear, 

An' didn't pay, as I told fayther." 

They sit and talk, before the fire. 

The conversation slowly waning. 
Till Farmer Snow and dame retire. 

The lad and lass alone remaining ; 
JSfozv^ Peletiah's courage goes ; 

He says that he " must be a-goin' ; " 
** I shouldn't wonder if it froze ; 

When / come in, it looked like snowin'." 

** Yeou needn't hurry, I am sure ; 
It isn't late, yet, Peletiah. 



G8 ¥anhee (^out|t$hip. 

Yeou'll take more cold, so near the door; 

Du hitch yeour cheer up near the fire." 
" I didn't cal'Jate, when I come, 

To stop much more'n an hour or tu, neow, 
But sence yeou urge me so, I snum, 

I don't keer, hardly, ef I du, neow." 

Now, for full half an hour, they sit. 

While scarce a word is passed between them, 
His suit progressing not a whit 

(As if young Cupid had not seen them) : 
At length, he says, with nasal twang, 

" Who was that young beau with you Sunday? " 
The lass replied, " Neow yeou go-lang ! 

He's coming here agin next Monday." 

Poor Peletiah's face now grows 

Much darker than the crook-neck squashes 
Which hang along in golden rows 

Up where the ruddy firelight flashes ; 
'^'Neow, Patience, doan't be sech a fule," 

He says ; " tell me, right eout, your reason. 
I s'pose you'll go to singing-skewl 

With me this term? you did last season." 

" Waal, I dunno," the maid replies ; 

" I'll hev to think the matter over," 
While from her dark and roguish eyes 

Her heart looks out upon her lover. 



itn P^emoi|iam. (j^bi;aham Lincoln.) G'.j 

He says, " I've known yeou neow for years." 
Adds Patience, " Waal, why, yeoudoan't say so ! 

Jest see that kitten on them cheers ; 
I think I never seed her play so ! " 

" Neow, Patience Snow, will you be still, 

And tell me wot yeou mean by teasin' ? 
I think I'll ^o^ — I vu7n I will, 

Ef yeou doan't gi' me some good reason 
P'ur flirtin' so, when folks all know, 

Waal — that is — ev'rybody 'raound here 
Knows that we've been attentive — so — 

As enny tu that ken be faound here." 

*' Waal, Peletiah 'tis tu much !" 

" Patience, will y on be inine^ forevc7'f''' 
The maiden smiles (an answer such 

As lovers prize most dearly ever). 
** And neow," says Peletiah, "who 

Was that 'ere chap?" Saysshe, " Doan't bother ! 
Waal, really, it's time yeou knew — 

Cos, pretty soon, he'll be your bj'otherl " 

IN MEMORIAM. {ABRAHAM LIN- 
COLN.) 



COLUMBIA weeps ! Her cherished son. 
Who struck her fetters to the ground. 
Who saved the land of Washington, 

Has passed from earth's most distant bound. 



70 - X cannot sing that ^ong again. 

His spirit went to realms on high ; 

His dust, alone, the earth could claim ; 
His memory will never die 

While freemen live to bless his name. 

Columbia swears anew her vow 

To guard the birthright of the free ; 
Unsheathed, her sword of Justice now 

Since Mercy fell by Tyranny. 
Our nation's hopes and fears alike 

Are with the land our fathers trod. 
And while for Freedom now we strike, 

Our future is alone with God. 

Music by M, Keller. Copyrighted by Wm. Hall & S;)n, New York. 

/ CANNOT SING THAT SONG 
AGAIN, 



I CANNOT sing that song again ; 
'Twould cause the tears to flow. 
For one who sang the strain with me 

In years of long-ago 
Is lying in the silent tomb. 

Away from friends and home ; 
Yes ! were I to repeat the strain. 
The bitter tears would come. 

So ask me not to sing to-night 
The song the past has known, 

To bring back memories of one 
Whose sweet, pure life has flown ; 



p^amor^ies of liJappy Bays. 71 

Yet in a brighter, better world 

I trust to meet again 
The loved one who was wont to join 

In singing that old strain. 

MEMORIES OE HAPPY DATS. 



SWEET memories of happy days, 
Of blissful childhood's fleeting years, 
By night or day fair visions raise 

And banish all life's doubts and fears ; 
A struggling bark upon life's sea 

Will hail the beacon on the shore ; 
Thus mem'ry's rays are dear to me 

And bid me sorrow nevermore, — 
Thus mem'ry's rays are dear to me 

And bid me sorrow nevermore. 

Sweet memories of happy days 

Come o'er me as I sadly roam. 
Where fall no kindly, cheerful ra3^s. 

Afar from friends, afar from home ; 
They bring to me a pleasure, far 

Above all joys on life's drear plain, 
And, pointing to hope's guiding star. 

They bid me rise and strive again, — 
And, pointing to hope's guiding star, 

They bid me rise and strive again. 

Music by A. Bendelari. Copyrighted by G. D. Riissell & Company, Boston. 



COULD I BE NEAR MY BOY. 



COULD I be near my boy to-night, 
I'd kiss away the falHng tears, 
And with a mother's fond dehght, 

Bring back the smiles of former years. 
I love him, oh, so fervently I 

I'd gladly soothe his painful moan, 
And with affection's kindly hand 
Point him to happy moments flown. 

Could I be near my boy to-night, 

I'd whisper words of sweetest cheer ; 
I'd speak to him of those at home. 

Of those to whom he is most dear ; 
The hours would glide so happily 

That now shed sorrow on his way. 
And clouds that darkly o'er him lower 

Would yield to sunlight's gentle ray. 

Could I be near my boy to-night, 

I'd tell him of a better land. 
Where soon, perhaps, we'll meet again. 

Amid the happy angel-band ; 
May strangers bear him tenderly 

To me, when life is his no more. 
And then my prayer shall ever be 

To meet him on the heavenly shore. 

Music by IVI. Keller. Copyrighted by Oliver Ei'son & Company, Boston 



"(^h, speah to mo once mor^e ! 73 

■ ''0J7, SPEAK TO ME ONCE MORE!''* 



/^H, speak to me once more, 
^-^ And let thy blessing fall 
Upon thy wife and child, 

Who love thee more than all ! 
Tell us we still are dear, 

Oh, hear me, I implore ! 
Smile on us once atrain. 

Oh, speak to me once more ! 

Oh, speak to me once more ! 

Say but a single word ; 
'Twill be the sweetest sound 

That we have ever heard ; 
'Twill be a song of love 

No mortal heard before ; 
Then listen to my prayer. 

Oh, speak to me once more ! 

Oh, speak to me once more ! 

Nay, all our tears are vain ; 
The lips of one w^e loved 

Will never speak again. 
Yet we shall sometime meet 

Upon the golden shore. 
And one we loved so well 

Shall speak to us once more ! 

Music by H. Cromwell. CopjTiglited by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 
*The exclamation of Mrs. Lincoln, as she bent over the (lying President. 



//yl F^ ^ ICIJVI? WORD FOR ALL. 



HAVE a kind word for those 
Whose misfortunes and woes 

Have darkened their pathway of life. 
And with words of sweet cheer 
Make the earth to appear 

A reahn that is free from all strife ; 
Have a kind word for all, 
And let smiles of love fall, 

Though sorrows and dangers are rife, — 
Have a kind word for all. 
And let smiles of love fall, 

Though sorrows and dangers are rife. 

Have a kind word for one 
Who has battled, not won, 

In conflicts that mortals must light ; 
Have a kind smile in store 
For the poor at your door. 

Who struggle through sorrow's dark night ; 
Have a kind word for all 
Till the reaper's last call 

Is heard from the blest land of light, — 
Have a kind word for all 
Till the reaper's last call 

Is heard from the blest land of light. 

Music by J. P. Webster. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Chicago, 111. 



^he Bing you gave to mo. 75 

THE RING rOU GAVE TO ME, 



I KNOW 'twas but a simple gift, — 
From friend to friend 'twas given, — 
And yet it forged a golden chain 

That never can be riven ; 
I prize the gift far more than wealth, — 

Than countless precious treasure, 
For to my heart it ever speaks 
Of love's enduring measure. 

I feel that it has power to lift 

My heart, when dark clouds sadden, 
Unto a realm of happiness 

Where peace and sunshine gladden ; 
And when despair and doubt are near, 

With all their heavy sorrow, 
Sweet thoughts of one who gave me this 

Will bring a brighter morrow. 

'Twill ever be a pledge to me 

That one friend is true-hearted. 
That friendship's joys are more than dreams 

Where hearts have met and parted ; 
Oh ! sweet reality is mine, 

This ring the symbol given, 
And that which binds our hearts on earth 

Shall bind them still in heaven. 

Music by James Harrison. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Cliicago, 111 



76 i^utj ^abbath-$ohool $ong. 

OUR SABBATH-SCHOOL SONG, 



TO the Sunday-school we come 
On the holy Sabbath-day, 
To refresh us at the fount of holy love ; 
That we may with grace anew, 
Find the only w^ay and true 
That shall lead us to the mansions bright above. 
Come, come, come and join our army. 

There is room enough for all. 
With the Bible for our guide 
We may vanquish all beside, 
Till the veil that screens the future world shall 
fall! 

Here the weary ones shall rest 

On the Saviour's peaceful breast, 
Till the cares of busy life are swept away, 

And with strength to meet once more 

All the ills life has in store. 
Let us prize the blessings of the Sabbath-day. 

Let us come with words of cheer ; 

May no anger enter here. 
But let faces beam with smiles of joy and love. 

And when life shall be no more, 

May we meet on brighter shore. 
In the Sabbath-school of angels bright above ! 



'Bo 11 ot wound the l$^^v^i that loves thee. 77 

BO NOT WOUND THE HEART 
THAT LOVES THEE. 



DO not wound the heart that loves thee, 
Do not cause it needless pain, 
For the heart that once is blighted, 

Like the rose, ne'er blooms again ; 
It may seem a goodly flower. 
And awhile delight the eye. 
But there is a secret anguish 
That will cause it soon to die. 

Do not wound the heart that loves thee ; 

Bid it live, beneath thy smile ; 
Ever cause it to be happy, 

And its darkest hours beguile ; 
If thy blessing will give pleasure 

To the heart that loves but thee, 
It will prove a priceless treasure 

When thy summer friends shall flee. 

Do not wound the heart that loves thee ; 

For the time, perhaps, may come. 
When, all fickle hearts departed. 

Thou canst find thy heart's true home ; — ^, 
If thou canst not bid it hope yet 

For the smile possession wears. 
Do not wound the heart that loves thee, 

Lift the burden which it bears. 

Music by J. P. Webster. Copyrighted by Lyon & Healy, Chicago, HI. 



78 follow the Btjum. 

FOLLOW THE DRUM. 



FREEMEN, beware, lest in apathy sleeping, 
Traitors shall vanquish and anarchy come , 
E'en now the foe in the red field is reaping, 
Strike now for Liberty I Follow the drum ! 

Oh ! shall the tyrant, our millions enslaving. 
King of a brave people ever become? 

Not while the flag of our fathers is waving 

Over old Bunker's heights ! Follow the drum ! 

Freemen, this nation no tyrant can sever, 
Home of the millions of freemen to come, 

Shall they be slaves to a despot forever? 
Strike for the future, and follow the drum ! 

Never in gladness, but ever through sorrow. 
Must the bright triumphs of great nations come ; 

War is but dross of the peace of to-morrow ; 
Peace must be fought for, so follow the drum ! 

Freemen, to arms ! for the bright day is dawning ; 

Sweet day of Liberty, soon may it come ! 
Ever the darkest hour comes before morning. 

Up ! for sweet Liberty, follow the drum ! 

Brightly shall Liberty dawn o'er our nation, 
' ' Union and Freedom " our watchwords become : 

All the bright stars in one grand constellation, 
Union and Freedom shall follow the drum ! 

Music by M. Keller. Copyrighted by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 



p^eet me down by the ^ea. 79 

MEET ME DOWN BY THE SEA. 



MEET me, O dearest one ! 
Down by the sea ; 
Just at the set of sun, 

Down by the sea ; 
When the soft zephyrs steal over the deep, 
Hushing the waves to a sweet, dreamy sleep, 
Then would I gladly hold converse with thee, 
Down by the sea, dearest, down by the sea ! 

Come, when the day is o'er, 

Down* by the sea : 
To the rock-bordered shore, 

Down by the sea ; 
When the last sunbeams are sinking to rest, 
Over the hills in the bright, golden west, • 
Giving a promise of morning to be. 
Meet me, O dearest one ! down by the sea. 

Then will I whisper low, 

Down bv the sea ; 
Something you ought to know, — 

Down by the sea ; 
Something which burdens my head and my heart, 
Which I am longing to thee to impart ; 
Still, I am sure what thy answer will be, 
Down by the sea, dearest, down by the sea. 

Music by H. Fontrill. Copj^righted by Lyon & Healy, Chicago, 111. 



MOTHER, KISS AWAY MT TEARS, 



THE weary day has gone at last 
And gentle night has come again : 
I'm dreaming of the golden past, 

Its blissful pleasures and its pain ; 
I think of days when but a child 

In bygone long and happy years, 
When shadows fell across my path, 
And mother kissed away the tears. 

I have no mother now to hear 

My tales of sorrow or of joy ; 
No friendly hand is here to cheer 

My lot, as when I was a boy ; 
I think of happy moments past 

To form a life of long, long years. 
But though the clouds may lower now. 

There's none to kiss away the tears. 

mother ! bless me once again. 

And bid youth's hours come back to me, 

1 seek for happiness in vain 
While I am far away from thee ; 

I mourn for thy sweet smile again. 
Dispelling all my doubts and fears, 

As oft you soothed my boyish pain, 
O mother ! kiss away my tears. 

Music by M . Keller. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



^hc Little X^m that Bled. 81 

T//B LITTLE ONE THAT DIED, 



IN our dreams we often hear 
Sweetest voices, soft and clear, 
Gently whispering of the little one that died ; 

Of our darling angel-child, 

Happy litde Mabel Wilde, 
Now at rest where no sorrows may betide. 

Angels guard, protect and bless, 

Cherish thee with tenderness, 
Till we meet at heaven's portal, Mabel Wilde, 

Oh ! we ever love to think 

That we soon shall reach life's brink. 
That we're nearing thee and heaven, angel-child. 

As we wander day by day. 

O'er lile's weary, fruitless way, 
x\ngel-voices seem to murmur in our ear ; 

" Do not feel that she is dead. 

Though she was by death's hand led, 
Happy is thy little darling, do not fear ! " 

Then the clouds and shadows fade. 

And the future seems arrayed 
With a promise — o'er which heav'nly visions 
smiled — 

That when life's sad dream is o'er. 

On the great, eternal shore. 
We shall greet our little darling, Mabel Wilde. 

Music by F. Buckley. Copyrighted by G. T). Russell & Company, Boston. 



DARLING LEONORE, 



ALL the hours are cheerless when thy smile is 
gone, 
Day nor night hath gladness as I roam alone, 
Sadly, sadly pining for the happy past 
Visions that have faded, dreams too bright to last ; 
Dreamy murmurs coming from the distant shore, 
All are sadly calling, " Darling Leonore." 

But the angels watching o'er our darling prize ^ 
Claimed the gift so precious, from the upper skies, 
Bore her to the mansions of the blest above. 
There to dwell in gladness, happiness, and love. 
Still there beams a promise, fading nevermore. 
That we soon shall meet our darling Leonore. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



SWEET TWILIGHT HOUR, 



IN the summer twilight, soft and sweet. 
We will wander o'er the meadow fair, 
Where the nodding clover bends beneath our feet, 
Where the loving zephyrs kiss our flowing 
hair ; 
Where the bright-eyed daisies fleck the floor. 
And we crush them 'neath our heedless tread. 



Thus we learn a needed lesson, taught once more : 
Sweetest fragrance comes from heart-strings 
that have bled. 

Let us sing together songs we love, — 

Songs we used to sing in days gone by, — 
Songs we used to sing with loved ones gone 
before. 
Gone to dwell in angel-mansions in the sky ; 
They are singing sweeter anthems now 

With those loved and lost ones gone before ; 
There's a fadeless crown upon each dear one's 
brow, 

Such as waits all when they reach the golden 
shore. 

IV'usic by Jean Foster. CopjTighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

OUJ^ MOTTO. 



(SUXG AT THE INAUGURATION OF SELWYN's THEATRE.) 

A 1[ /E cull the mind's immortal gems, 

V V Which sparkle o'er each land and age, 
And, crowned with Art's enchanting hues, 

We set them on our magic stao-e ; 
Within our charmed mirror gaze 

And judge if the reflection's true ; — 
As we shall well perform our part, 

We hope for cheering smiles from you. 



84 Longiiig to meet (?bee agmn. 

LONGING TO MEET THEE AGAIN, 



LONGING to tell thee how lonely are days 
Passed from the sweetness of thy love's bright 
rays, 
Cheerless and dreary, all hours are the same, 
And I but whisper thy dearly-loved name ; 
Oh, could I tell thee how dear is the past 
When its bright mem'ries upon me are cast ! 
Gladly I listen to hope's cheering strain. 
Longing, still longing to meet thee again ! 

Bright were the days that were lit by thy smile, 
Happiness seemed all our griefs to beguile ; 
Joyously passed all the halcyon hours 
Lighted by sunshine and crowned with sweet 

flowers ; 
Passing so swiftly we heeded them not, 
Troubles were brightened and sorrows forgot, 
Now as I wander alone o'er life's plain, 
Longing, I'm longing to meet thee again ! 

Longing to take thee again by the hand. 
Welcome thee back from a far-distant land, 
Longing to hear again thy dulcet voice 
Bidding my heart to be glad and rejoice ; 
Longing to meet once more thy kindly smile 
Beaming on me with its sweetness the while, 
Longing, yes, longing, through pleasure or pain, 
Longing, still longing to meet thee again ! 

Music by J. E.. Thomas. Copyrighted l>y G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



"Me don't $uj|i|endot| muoh!" 85 

- IVB DOX'T SURRENDER MUCHT'* 



SOLDIERS of our vast republic, 
Standing 'twixt our homes and death, 
Do you hear the voice of treason 

As it asks, with baneful breath, 
If you will not now surrender 

And release your deadly clutch? 
Thunder tones hurl back your answer, 
" No ! ' We don't surrender much ! '" 

Sailors of the blue Atlantic, 

Guarding Freedom's chosen land, 
Do you hear the haughty summons 

Coming from the traitor-band ? 
Will 3^ou give our star-gemmed banner 

To the foe's polluting touch? 
Your reply speeds o'er the waters, 

'' No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' " 

Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers 

Of the loved ones now at rest 
(Who have died beneath our standard), 

In the North and East and West, 
Does the traitor dare to ask you 

To be doubly false to such 
As you freely gave? You answer, 

" No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' " 

* "Will YOU hold Lavergne?" asked Gen. Rosecranz. " I will try," re- 
plied Col. Innis. "I ask if you will r/o it!" "I will." And he kept his 
word, for witli three hundred and eighty-nine Michigan men, without ar- 
tillery, he whipped Gen. Wheeler's force of over three thousand cavalry 
and two field-pieces. "We don't surrender much!" was replied seven 
successive times to Gen. Wheeler's demand for him to surrender. 



S6 $weet $U\\ oi ^ope. 

Hear the voice of fair Columbia, 

As she grasps her bristling gun ; 
Listen to the cry of Freedom, 

Whose sweet day has just begun ; 
Answer back to treason's legions, 
- As they lean on slavery's crutch. 
When they ask if you surrender, 

'* No ! ' We don't surrender much ! ' 

SWEET STAR OF HOPE, 



SWEET star of Hope, so clear and bright, 
Shine on and cheer my yearning sight. 
How dark the world would be to me 
Did I not gaze, sweet star, on thee ! 
When sombre clouds obscure the light. 
And all is wrapped in shades of night. 
My eyes can pierce the gloom around 
Until thy radiant beams are found. 

When fades the light of friendship's smile, 
When love and faith no more beguile. 
And o'er the earth we blindly grope. 
How welcome is thy light, sweet Hope ! 
A foretaste of the realm divine 
Is given forth by rays of thine : 
Shine on, sweet star, above my way. 
And guide me to the perfect day. 

Music by Halevy. Copyriglited by G. D. Kiissell & Company. Boston. 



^ani), many ¥ear^$ ago. 87 

MAA^r, MANY TEARS AGO, 



THERE'S a cottage in the valley 
Close beside a murmuring stream, 
Where we dwelt in happy childhood, 
Waiting for life's changeful dream ; 
Though the cot is old and blackened, 

And the hearth has lost its glow, 
Still we think of bright hours passed there 
Many, many years ago. 

There were dear ones there to greet us 

When our daily tasks were done, 
And we gathered in the cottage 

At the setting of the sun ; 
Father, mother, sisters, brothers. 

True and kind through weal or woe, 
Oh I we miss the home that knew us 

Many, many years ago. 

There are graves down in the valley, 

Of the dear ones passed away. 
And we laid them where, in childhood. 

Rang our voices when at play ; 
Oft we linger by the dear spot. 

While the zephyrs whisper low 
That we soon shall sleep beside those 

Whom we loved long years ago. 

r.Tnsic by H. Millard. Copyriglited by G. D. Eusscll & Company, Bostou- 



88 ^H W $chool-lou$o. 

TI/£: OLD SCHOOL-HOUSE, 



YEARS that have flown, with thy pleasure 
and sadness, 
How sweet are the mem'ries I cherish of thee ! 
As out of the depths of thy sorrow and gladness 

The haunts of my childhood in fanc}^ I see ; 
The cot in the valley, the broad, silver river. 
The school-house, which stood 'neath the far- 
spreading tree. 
These scenes in my mem'ry will linger forever. 
Although far removed from the spot I may be. 

The school-house is standing where first I beheld it. 

Now old, weather-beaten, and mossy with age, 
And there is the bench where I first learned the 
lessons 

That cluster so thickly on youth's glowing page ; 
The school-mates that gathered at call of the 
teacher. 

Again I behold in the old, happy place, 
I hear their sweet voices in glad chorus ringing, 

I see the bright smile on each young, eager face. 

Oh ! where are those school-mates ? All scattered 
forever ! 
The voice of the teacher is heeded no more. 
And some have passed over the beautiful river, 
To meet the great Teacher, on heaven's bright 
shore ; 



In pt^emoriiam. (!^j|cdet|ich Buchley.) 89 

And may those still learning the world's change- 
ful lessons, 
When all of the scenes of life's sad school are 
past, 
Be gathered together in realms that are fairer 
In one sweet vacation, forever to last ! 

Music by Jean Foster. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

IJY MEMORIAM. {FREDERICK 
BUCKLEY.) 



1[ T TE press the lips, which nevermore 

V V Will echo to that mother's kiss 
Of her who never knew before 

The depths of such a grief as this. 

We seal the eyes in calm repose. 
To ope in earthly realm no more ; 

A father's tears or brother's woes 

Can ne'er their sweet soul-beam restore. 

The hand that thrilled our inmost hearts, 
In peaceful rest is folded now ; 

For One, who life and love imparts. 
Has set death's seal upon his brow. 

A sweeter strain than e'en he knew, — 
Who dwelt in Music's happy sphere, — 

Has won him from our mortal view 
To harmonies more sweetly clear. 

Sept. 17, 1864. 



')') I have Hstonad ^oi| bo^i footstep. 

I HAVE LISTENED FOR HER 
FOOTSTEP, 



I HAVE listened for her footstep 
In the pauses of the night, 
Waited for the voice of music 

And the smile so sweetly bright ; 
I have listened for my mother, 

For her sweet and holy power 
Would dispel all thoughts of sadness, 
And beguile my dying hour. 

I have listened for her footstep 

When the golden day has come. 
But no vision came to greet me. 

From my childhood's happy home ; 
I have waited till the noonday. 

Till the sun in beauty smiled. 
But no mother came to sadly 

Take the farewell of her child. 

I have listened for her footstep 

Till the setting sun is low. 
But I cannot, cannot hear her ; 

It is time for me to go. 
There are none to soothe the sorrows 

Of the dying soldier's breast. 
But I still may hope for heaven 

And a sweet, eternal rest. 

Music by M. Keller. Copyrighted by Oliver Ditson & Company, Boston. 



^omethiiiQ still to do. 91 

SOMETHING STILL TO DO, 



'"T^HOCTGH the day has nearl}^ past, 

-^ Sit not down with idle hands, 
Labor while the hours shall last, 

While shall flow life's golden sands ; 
Life is changeful, ever brief. 

Oh ! improve each fleeting span. 
Turn, each da}^ some brighter leaf, 

Measure time by deeds to man. 

Know'st thou not some burdened soul, 

Fettered by disease and pain ? 
Point to him the heavenly goal, 

Bid him rise and strive again. 
Know'st thou not a drooping heart 

Sinking 'neath misfortune's blight? 
Go and friendship's warmth impart. 

Give to him a ray of light. 

We are not to know the w^ay 

God shall work life's problem out ; 
Let us labor while we may. 

Trusting him, nor have a doubt. 
And with love for all mankind. 

Resting not till life be through, 
Let us work, when we shall find 

Something still for us to do ! 



92 $he sleeps beneath the Boses. 

SHE SLEEPS BEJVEATH THE 
ROSES, 



WHERE the bright, sunny rays 
Of the sweet summer days 

O'er the meadow at noontide are beaming ; 
Where the soft, bahny breeze 
Chants a song through the trees 

And the birds through the long days are dreaming ; 
Where the meadows' rich bloom 
Sheds a sweet, sweet perfume, 

And the daisy in beauty reposes, 

Where the clover-buds wave 
O'er a grass-covered grave 

Sleeps our darling one, under the roses. 

There is sadness and grief 

That her life was so brief. 
That she faded in life's early morning ; 

Yet she dwells where the blest 

Take their sweet, final rest, 
Where the joys of a new life are dawning ; 

Oh ! we miss her sweet smile 

That the hours would beguile. 
When the long, weary day dawns and closes. 

And our sad hearts lie there, 

With our darling so fair. 
With our darling one, under the roses. 

Music by E. N, Catlin. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



ONLY A WITHERED ROSE. 



ONLY a withered rose 
It seems to thee, 
Yet da}' by day it grows 

Dearer to me ; 
I know its beauty fled 

Long months ago, 
I know its petals red 

Turned white as snow ; 
Yet dear it is to me 

As when it came. 
Fresh, dearest one, from thee, 

Breathing thy name. 

I know its fragrance died 

Long, long ago ; 
I know that flowers beside 

More beauteous grow ; 
Yet I still cherish this 

One gift from thee. 
Symbol of earthly bliss, 

Thy love for me. 
Oh ! though the rose must fade 

And bloom decay. 
Our love shall e'er be made 

Brighter each day. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copj^rightedby Wm. A. Pond & Co., New York 



91 •■^Little i^ister/' 

^^ LITTLE SISTERr 



LIKE a sunbeam is our sister, 
Dancing fleet and bright, 
Through the doorway, o'er the threshold, 
Beaming clear and bright. 

As soft music falls her footstep 

On our list'ning ear, 
Like the notes of strains immortal 

That in dreams we hear ! 

Have you heard the silvery ripple 

Of the woodland stream? 
Thus her laughter, free, yet charming, 

Soothes our life's sad dream. 

Like the starlight on the river. 
Smiling through the night. 

Is the radiance of her features, 
Beautiful and bright. 

Like a queen she wields a sceptre 

Over all our hearts, 
But, we yield a blind allegiance; 

Love her power imparts. 

Sorrow leaves its throne in silence 
When her wand appears ; 



l^utj ^hips. 95 

Doubt and grief are also flying; 
Gone are all our fears. 

As the darkness yields to daylight, 

Ocean to the shore, 
So we yield our darling sister 

Our hearts evermore. 

Pure and guileless as a flow'ret, 

From the hand of Love, 
May we guard the bud, so precious, 

Till it blooms above ! 



OUR SHIPS, 



THERE are many ships at sea, 
Far or near, upon the deep. 
Freighted full and heavily 

As like things of life they leap 
O'er the ever restless sea, 
Ever gliding gracefully. 

Ah ! we all have ships at sea, — 
Ships of hope, or love, or pride, — 

And they sail unceasingly. 

Over life's rough, changing tide ; 

May they anchor safe at last. 

Free from ev'ry threaf ning blast. 



96 '^i$ past Midnight. 

'TIS PAST MIDNIGHT, 



I WONDER why he comes not home, 
For now 'tis one o'clock and past ; 
The snow is falhng in the street, 

And I can hear the wintry blast ; 
I've laid the little ones to rest, 

And they in dreamland roam. 
Oh, would that I could be so blest ! 
I wonder why he comes not home ! 

The fatal wine-cup lures him forth ; 

How could I dream of such a thing 
When, years ago, he called me bride, 

And placed upon my hand this ring? 
To-night, ere Charlie went to sleep, 

He asked, " Has father come? " 
I could but think, as now I say, 

I wonder why he comes not home ! 

The clock on yonder spire strikes three ; 

All hope gives way to mute despair ; 
And, with a prayer to Heaven, I say 

My load is more than I can bear. 
O maidens, when the man you love 

Shall take you from your home. 
May ne'er the wine-cup make you say 

" I wonder why he does not come ! " 

Music byF. Clemence. Copyriglited by G. D. Ejissell & Company, BostOB. 



follow the 3;lag. 97 

FOLLOW THE FLAG. 



COMRADES, be true to our country forever, 
Let no invader its bright glory stain ; 
Fixed be our hearts on one lastino- endeavor 

All our great birthrights to bravely maintain ; 
Foes shall not tauntingly point with shame's finger 

To our old banner on rampart and crag ; 
Thousands have died for it ; we should not lino-er 
When we are called on to follow the flaof. 

Stand by the flag that true hearts have defended, 

When the fierce tempests of battle shall come, 
Ever are courage and loyalty blended. 

Gather our legions and beat ev'ry drum ; 
Ever be true to the trust we inherit, 

On with the struggle and let no one lag. 
True to the past and the present our spirit, 

Laurels shall crown those who follow the flaof. 

Oh ! not in vain are our brave comrades sleeping 

On fields where Mars his dark wings hath out- 
spread. 
We will avenge them, yes ! brave hearts are leap- 
ing 

Scorning to live unless treason be dead ; 
Up with our banner, then, let it wave o'er us. 

Let it wave proudly o'er rampart and crag. 
Let our brave legions shout loyalty's chorus, 

Thrilling and grand as we follow the flag. 

Music by J. K. Thomas. Copyriglited by G. D. Eiissell & Company. 



OS Vm glad ^^ather^'s come. 

/'3f GLAD FATHER'S COME, 



I AM so glad that father's come ! " 
The httle maiden sung, 
And led him from the bar-room door, 

Where drunkards' voices rung. 
*' He says that he'll go there no more, 

And now the pledge will sign. 
Oh, mother dear, will be so glad 
If he gives up the wine ! 

'^ Our home will be so happy, now, 

For father drinks no more ; 
He signed the temp'rance pledge to-day ; 

Our misery is o'er ; 
Our home is lighted up again 

With smiles of joy and love ; 
It seems as if the angels looked 

Upon us from above ! 

" I am so glad that father's come. 

He is so good and kind ; 
He never will be harsh again, 

Wine does not make him blind ; 
Our home is very happy now 

And all is bright and fair ; 
The angels surely brought him home 

In answer to my prayer ! 

Music by C. Blamphin. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell «fe Company, Boston. 



l$nr\r{nh io\\ the old itflag ! 99 

HURRAH FOR THE OLD FLAG! 



OUR old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! 
Its bright stars are gleaming o'er fortress 

and main, 
Its broad stripes are floating from rampart and 

crag ; 
Our Union forever ! Hurrah for the flag ! 
Oh, wave there in glory, in beauty and pride, 
As Arm as the shore and as sure as the tide ; 
And glory to all of our soldiers and tars 
Who flght for the flag of the stripes and the stars ! 

Our old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! 
The traitor has torn down our standard in vain ; 
Once more it is blending its azure and stars. 
Its stripes snowy-wliite and its blood-tinted bars, 
The smile of the lily and blush of the rose, 
A beacon to friends and a warning to foes ; 
Then glory to all of our soldiers and tars 
Who bear on the flag of the stripes and the stars ! 



Our old flag is waving o'er Sumter again ! 

And brave hearts have sworn that it there shall 

remain, 
While earth has a spot that is dear to the free, 
And "Union forever ! " our motto shall be ; 



100 $0011. 

Then up with the flag that our brave fathers won, 
And on with the battle that Freedom begun, — 
Yes, glory to all of our soldiers and tars 
Who fight for the flag of the stripes and the stars ! 

INIusic by M. Keller. Copjalglited by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

SOON. 



A FEW more sunny smiles and bitter tears 
To mingle through the quickl3"-flowing 
years ; 
A few more walks beside the silent shore 
To snatch the death-kiss ere friends go before. 

A few more threads to weave in life's strange web : 
A few more tidal waves to flow and ebb ; 
And then to fold our hands upon our breast 
And lay us down to peaceful, endless rest. 

A little longer to support the cross ; 
A few more days upon life's sea to toss, — 
To count the moments set against our name, 
Ere He who formed us shall decide our blame. 

There is no time to hate our brother-man, — 
To speak cold words to those beneath the ban ; 
There is no time to sit with idle hands 
While God's ripe harvest gladdens all the lands ! 



Kiss me, P^othcii, etjo I die. 101 

/^/SS ME, MOTHER, ERE I DIE. 



K 



ISS me, mother, ere I die, 
Let me feel thy soft caressing ; 



Ere I in the cold grave lie 

Give me once again thy blessing, 

As thou blest me when a boy. 

When of life's bliss I was dreaming ; 

Years have wrecked those ships of joy, 
And no star of hope is beaming. 

Kiss me, mother, ere I sleep. 

Nevermore on earth awaking, 
Nay, I would not have thee weep. 

As my soul its flight is taking ; 
Do not weep for one who goes 

From a world of care and sorrow, 
To a sweet and last repose 

Where there comes a brighter morrow. 

Kiss me, mother, ere I die, 

Sweeter far will be our meeting 
Past the pearly clouds which lie 

Where the sun the west is greeting ; 
Then upon my pallid brow 

Press thy loving lips with gladness. 
Death is painless to me now ; 

Thv sweet kiss hath banished sadness. 

Music by F. Buckley. Copyrighted by H. Tolman & Company, Boston. 



102 (^htjist and f^i^. 

CHRIST AND PETER, 



AS the slow-descending sun 
Announced the close of day, 
Up to the mountain, alone, 
Our Saviour went to pray. 

And the twelve disciples sailed 

Away to the other side, 
'Mid the fury of the wind 

And the heaving of the tide. 

In the night Jesus arose 

From prayer, pure and free, 

And toward the ship he went. 
Walking upon the sea. 

'' Be of good cheer," he said, 
" It is I, be not afraid," 

To the twelve disciples, who 
A sense of fear obe3^ed. 

And Peter, answering, said, 
" Lord, bid me come to thee ;" 

And going from the ship. 
He walked upon the sea. 

But when he felt the wind. 
He feared a watery grave, 



!^appi} l$ox\Y^B be ^hine. 103 

And called, ere he should sink, 
For Christ his life to save. 

Jesus stretched forth his hand ; 

Saved him, as he will thee ; 
If true Faith be thy guide, 

Over life's storm-tost sea. 



HAPPY HOURS BE THINE, 



HAPPY hours be ever thine, 
Flowers spring where thou shalt tread, 
May life's sunbeams ever shine 

Radiantly o'er thy head, 
Grief nor sorrow never cast 

O'er thee hours of earthly pain, 
But sweet joys fall thick and fast, 
Like the gentle, summer rain. 

Happy hours be ever thine, 

While thy struggling bark shall glide, 
And the earth and sky combine 

To illume life's restless tide. 
And when thou shalt reach the shore, 

Past the ever-surging sea, 
Mayst thou dwell for evermore 

Where the ransomed soul is free ! 



104 3|Jome. — Bonnie Blue yor^cjet-me-not. 

HOME. 



IT is not home where thou art not, 
Though joy and happiness be there, 
And every brief hour is forgot 

That does not thy sweet presence share. 
It is not home without thy smile 

To make each lovely scene more bright, 
Each shade of sorrow to beguile, 

And fill our home with pure delight. 

It is not home without thy voice 

To bid each grief from us to flee, 
To cause each sad heart to rejoice 

While yet a single hope we see. 
It is not home where thou art not, 

To bid life's shadows all depart ; 
Oh 1 home would be in an}'- spot 

Made homelike by thy loving heart. 

BONNIE BLUE EORGET-ME-NOT, 



T KNOW a litde flow'ret 
i- That blooms with azure hue, 
And flecks the verdant meadows 

With stars of sweetest blue ; 
I listen to the flowers 

That blossom near my cot ; 
They speak one sentence only, — 

It is " Forget-me-not I " 



Itiassic wi' the ^azel Bye. 105 

I know a little maiden, 

With eyes so soft and blue ; 
Wherever I may wander, 

My heart to her is true ; 
Her love sheds brightest lustre 

Around my earthly lot, 
The songs of flower and maiden 

Are both '" Forget-me-not ! " 

Music by Sponliultz. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 

LASSIE Wr THE HAZEL E2E. 



THERE is a lass I dearly love, 
In all the world, all else above ; 
She is the spirit of my dreams, 
And through the day it ever seems 
That her sweet presence beautifies 
Each scene that meets my longing eyes. 
Oh ! I'm forever haunted by 
The lassie wi' the hazel eve. 

Though I may roam on land or sea, 
My trusting heart will ever be 
With one who is m\^ guiding star. 
Whose rays shine on me from afar ; 
And make life's pathway ever clear 
Which otherwise were dark and drear. 
Oh I I'm forever haunted by 
The lassie wi' the hazel eve. 

Music by Glover. Copyrighted by G. D. Kussell & Company, Boston. 



106 (|he Badge nuj ^oldiett wor|e. 

THE BADGE MY SOLDIER WORE, 



?^ I ^IS a bit of faded ribbon, 

-*- Hanging on the shadowed wall, 
Where the sunshine never falleth 

To dispel the heavy pall. 
But a ribbon, yet I cherish 

That lone relic more than gold. 
And the world has nought to tempt me 

To give up that badge of old. 

For my gallant soldier bore it 

When he proudly marched away ; 
From his uniform they tore it 

When in death's embrace he lay. 
Soiled and torn they brought it to me. 

And I bathed it with my tears, 
Then upon the wall I hung it. 

To remain through weary years. 

Soiled and torn and faded ribbon ! 

Hanging on the chamber wall, 
Of a sweet and blissful vision 

What sad memories you recall ! 
Yet, until I stand beside him 

On the green and peaceful shore, 
I shall cherish nearer, dearer. 

That old badge my soldier wore. 

Music by Jean Foster. Copyrighted by G. D. Russell & Company, Boston. 



I di;eam of thy ^weot ^mile. if^~ 

T DREAM OF THY SWEET SMILE, 



I SEE thy smile in visions bright, 
While beaming sweet and clear, 
Throughout the dim and silent night, 

When all is dark and drear ; 
It tells of days, long, long ago, 
When all was bright with love's pure glow, 
When spotless, beautiful as snow. 
Did life's fair hopes appear. 

I dream of hours when purest joy 

Around my pathway shone. 
In brightest scenes, without alloy. 

And I was not alone ; 
When fell thy smiles, like sunbeams bright. 
Illuming life's sad, dreary night. 
Oh ! then came hours of sweet delight 

That from me now are gone. 

I see thy smile in visions bright. 

But morning bids it fly. 
And with the dawning of the light 

Its radiant glories die ; 
Yet still its mem'ries fill my heart 
And hopes of joy again impart, 
Of life and love they form a part, 

And still illume my sky. 

Music by J. R. Thomas. Copyrighted by ^Yln. Hall & Son, New York. 



TWICE LOST. 



ONCE, through the busy street, 
We went with hurried feet, 
Asked those we chanced to meet 

Of our lost darhng ; 
Heeding not wind or rain. 
Searching each street and lane. 
Peering through window-pane 
For our lost darling. 

We found our lost one then, 
Brought her safe home again. 
In from the falling rain, 

Our little darling ; 
Once more her tears she dries, 
Once more a sweet smile lies 
In the bright, sunny eyes 

Of our own darling. 

To God's own will we bow ; 
We've lost our loved one now ; 
Death's hand is on the brow 

Of our lost darling ; 
Now, baby's gone at last. 
Safe from the wintry blast, 
All of life's sorrow past, 

Slumbers our darling. 



^ho ^igi^ing of the JiMedgc. 109 

Angels have found our prize, 
Borne her to brighter skies ; 
What though from earth she dies? 

Still lives our darling ; 
We may not lind her here, 
Yet, in a brighter sphere. 
Freed from all sin and fear. 

We'll find our darling. 

THE SIGNING OF THE PLEDGE, 



o 



H ! have you heard the fearful news that 



goes from man to man? 



King Alcohol is here to rule oar nation, if he can ! 

He comes from foreign castles, from vast breath- 
ing-holes of sin, 

And marshals all his forces in the form of wine 
and gin. 

He shows us gilded bar-rooms, and invites us to 
his fare, 

But underneath there is a path that leads us to 
despair ! 

So, let us band together, and soon, I will allege, 

We'll drive the tyrant from our shore by signing 
of the pledge. 

I met the honest workman, and he took me by 

the hand, 
He said that wine had ruined quite the flower of 

his band ; 



110 (^he ^igiiinc) of the ^^ledge. 

His son had seen the banner of King Alcohol 

flaunt high, 
And followed his vast army but to wither and to 

die ; 
I have seen the watching mother, in the lone 

hours of the night 
Waiting for her son returning, till she grew sad 

and white. 
There was a dark gulf yawning, her boy stood 

on the edge, 
And he could only save his life by signing of the 

pledge. 



Oh ! let us rally in our strength and put the mon- 
ster down ; 

We'll wrest the sceptre from his grasp, and take 
awav his crown ; 

We'll dry the mother's weeping eyes, and banish 
sorrow's pain ; 

We'll bid the father hope once more, and let him 
smile again ; 

We'll bid the son and daughter look above with 
thankful heart. 

And reunite the famity, to dwell no more apart ; 

We'll leave for coming millions the noblest heri- 
tage, 

And banish crime and poverty by signing of the 
pledge. 

Set to Music and Copyrighted by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 



1$\$ P^onumeni 111 

HIS MONUMENT. 



'^ I ^IS not alone the marble pile 
J- Above tlie good man's dust 

(Which Time's remorseless hands defile, 
And changing seasons rust) ; 

There is another, founded while 
He lived in hope and trust. 

No epitaph can e'er disclose 

The deeds his kind heart knew ; 

No record tell what heavy woes 
His gentle words pierced through. 

What joy his presence brought to those 
His hand gave guidance to. 

In vain the marble face we limn, 

Or seek aid from the arts : 
The noblest epitaph for him 

Who from such life departs 
Is that which Love, with fond eyes dim, 

Writes on survivors' hearts ! 

OUR VICTORIOUS BANNER. 



/^'ER the high and o'er the lowly 
^^^ Floats that banner, briirht and holv, 

In the rays of Freedom's sun ; 
In the nation's heart imbedded. 
O'er a "Union," newly wedded, 

One in all and all in one! 



112 ' i^utj l^ictoi^iioue Banner^. 

Star-gemmed banner, still victorious, 
JVig'ht has made its stars more gloriotis^ 

May they ever brightly shine ; 
Beacon lio-hts on Union's ocean, 
Guiding us through dark commotion, 

While the States together twine. 

. Blessed privilege to hold it, 
JSf ever furl it, never fold it. 

Guard it well from every foe ; 
There are willing hands to bear it, 
No heart base enough to tear it 

Or to lay its glory low. 

True, its folds are worn and gory, 
And the w^hole world knows the story 

Of its enemies' defeat ; 
Its defenders, history's pages 
Speak of those to future ages 

With fame's laurels, bright and sweet. 

Let that banner wave forever. 
May its lustrous stars fade never. 

Till the stars shall pale on high ; 
While there's Right the Wrong defeating. 
While there's Hofe in true hearts beating. 
Truth and Freedom shall not die. 

As it floated long before us. 
Be it ever floating o'er us, 

O'er our land from shore to shore ; 



l|inion and Libei|ftj. 11^ 

There are freemen yet to wave it, 

Millions zvho zvill die to save it, 

Wave it, save it eve?'7ftore! 

UNION AND LIBERTY. 



THE stars of our banner shine brightly to-day, 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 
The clouds which obscured them have all passed 
away, 

Union and Liberty, forever ! 

We welcome as brothers the sons of our land. 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

Who stand by our banner, an unbroken band. 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

We favor no section, no party or creed. 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

And on one broad platform may all be agreed. 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

Then shout for our banner from shore to the shore. 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

And swear that its colors shall wave evermore, 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

Hurrah ! for the union of lakes and of lands, 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

One glad communion of hearts and of hands, 
Union and Liberty, forever ! 

Music by W. O. Perkins. Copjrighted by Oliver Ditson & Company* 



114 Isltth P^aggie 3^ale. 

LITTLE MAGGIE DALE, 



EYES of brightest diamonds, 
Teeth of clearest pearls, 
Cheeks like blushing roses 

Framed in raven curls, 
Little hands, like blossoms 

Of the lily pale, 
Jlad our darling sister. 

Little Maggie Dale, — - 
iLittle hands, like blossoms 

Of the lily pale, 
Had our darling sister, 

Little Maggie Dale. 

Gone is now the music 

Of her childish voice. 
Never will her sweet smile 

Make our hearts rejoice, 
All in vain we seek her 

In the leafy vale. 
For she is in heaven. 

Little Maggie Dale,- 
All in vain we seek her 

In the leafy vale. 
For she is in heaven. 

Little Maggie Dale. 

Music by F. Buckley. CopyrigMed by G. B. Russell & Company, Boston 



Bain upoi^ the Boot 115 

RAIN UPON THE ROOF, 



SITTING, dreaming, as of yore, 
'Neath the cottage-roof, 
Memory will gladly pore 

O'er life's web and woof; 
Fancies from the freighted past 

Come and go again. 
As we hear, above the blast. 
The patter of the rain. 

Those we knew and loved in youth 

In visions sweet we see, 
Coming back with love and truth 

O'er life's surging sea ; 
Gathered once again, aloof 

From earth's busy train. 
Coming fast, as on the roof 

Comes the falling rain. 

Hopes that thrilled our boyish hearts 

With the dream renew ; — 
Though the vision fair departs 

Memory is true ; 
And the grief a link shall form 

Of life's fragile chain ; 
Then peace smiles, as o'er the storm 

Of the falling rain. 



116 Matei] Mies. 

WATER LILIES, 



WHERE the lake is shadowed 
By thick boughs of green, 
And the water sleepeth, 

Mirror -hke, serene, 
In the days of Summer 

Water HHes bloom. 
With a heart of gold, breast 
Like a snow-white plume. 

Like sweet stars above us 

On the lake they gleam. 
And like eyes that love us 

Watch us w^hile we dream. 
Floating on the bosom 

Of her water-throne 
Sits the queen of flowers, 

Peerless and alone. 

With the beams of morning 

Wake the petals fair. 
Wafting swxetest fragrance 

On the summer air ; 
And the mingled odors 

Of the wildwood seem 
Blended like the perfume 

Of some fairy dream. 



^uno. 1 1 



Born where shadows linger, 

Where the lake is deep, 
Where doth breath of darkness 

O'er the waters creep ; 
Yet when sunbeams kiss thee 

And the morn is sweet. 
Thou bring'st rarest beauty 

Old Sol's smile to greet. 

Promise thou of life art ; 

Mayhap one may be 
Heartless and unfeeling 

Mocking such as thee. 
Yet his heart may gladden 

After vears of toil, 
And thy pledge of heaven 

Penetrate sin's soil. 

JUNE, 



ALONG the fragrant vales and blooming 
groves 

Thy warm winds float, and ev'ry glad heart loves 

To sing thy praise ; 
Thy feathered songsters, clad in plumage bright. 
In carols sweet their voices now unite. 

And glad hymns raise. 

And borne upon thy zephyrs soft and still 
We hear the ploughman's shout and cheerful trill 
At break of day ; 



118 ^bou|f}ht$ of (ibeo* 

Thy fields are smiling with a wealth of green, 
And here and there are flecked with roseate sheen, 
'Neath old Sol's ray. 

Th}^ nights are beautiful, serene, and sweet. 
As Luna calmly sits upon her regal seat, 

And bright stars blend. 
Illuming all with brilliant, pearly light. 
Oh, may our lives with good deeds shine as bright 

Till life shall end 1 

THOUGHTS OF THEE. 



NO fairer sky or sun more bright 
Upon my lot e'er shone. 
And yet I murmur that their light 

Should fall on me alone ; 
Though many friends are dear to me. 

Life's treasures here below. 
My thoughts will wander still to thee 

And days of long ago, — 
To days when hope its flowers cast 

Upon our summer path, 
But to be withered b}^ the blast 

Of Winter, in its wrath. 
The dearest joys or pleasures rare 

From sorrows are not free. 
Are nought to me, unless I share 

My happiness with thee. 



Isabel's Soliloquy. 119 

ISABEL'S SOLILOQUY. 



HE said that he would call at six, 
And now 'tis nearly eight ; 
But then men are such heedless things ! 
We never make them wait ! 

I wonder where he's stopping now? 

Perchance to make a call 
Upon that lovely Widow Dow 

He met at the last ball. 

Perhaps to buy a gift for me, — 

Perchance a splendid ring ; 
But no ! he never takes a hint, 

Nor dreams of such a thing. 

What can detain him? I declare 

I've half a mind to go 
With Malcolm Lowell to the fair ; 

He never served me so I 

But then how angry Frank would be ! 

I seem to see him now, 
The lightning flashing from his eye. 

The dark cloud on his brow. 

No matter, every gentleman 

His promises should keep ; 
I'll write him a dismissal ; 

How bitterl}^ he'll weep ! 



120 Ifaith, fharity, and lope. 

If he should come, as come he may, 

I'll not see him at all, 
But bid my Sister Jane to say, 

For me, he need not call. 

Hark ! as I live, the door-bell rings ! 

I'm glad he's come at last ! 
Dear Frank is alzvays punctual ; 

I knezu my watch was fast I 

FAITH, CHARITY, AND HOPE, 



WHEN clouds of doubt prevail, 
And o'er life's bright sky lower, 
And error's storms assail 
Religion's holy power. 
Then does sweet Faith resplendent shine, ; 
Assuming rays of love divine. 

Sweet Charity, extolled above 

All heavenly works below, 
Greatest of virtues, may it prove 

Sin's surest overthrow ; 
"When anger fain would crush a heart, 
Let Charity new life impart. 

When on life's sea our struggling bark 

Is with the tempest tost, 
And all around is fearful, dark. 

And we seem surely lost ; 
Bright Hope the lowering clouds will rend, 
And to the future its aid lend. 



0he is waiting io\\ us thct;e. 121 

SI/B IS WAITING FOR US THERE. 



I 



N the realm beyond the stars, 
Past the gate which death unbars, 
Dwells the dear, happy angel of our love, 

Clad in robes of spotless white, 

Chanting praises day and night. 
In the glad home of angels sweet, above. 

How our hearts with antjuish burned 

When our darling we returned 
To the Hand that had blest our lot awhile ! 

Oh ! her gentle, winning ways 

Were as sweet as autumn days, 
And we ne'er can forget her loving smile. 

Oh ! her days were like a gleam 

Of glad sunshine o'er life's stream. 
And they passed like a brief and cloudless day, 

And her spirit took its flight 

At the coming of the night 
To the sweet land of angels far away. 

Yes ! we hope to meet her there, 

'Tis the burden of our prayer 
That when stern death shall claim us for his own. 

That we once again may meet. 

In her home, supernal, sweet; 
'Twill cheer us though we walk thro' life alone. 

Music by F. Buckley. Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell «& Company, Boston 



122 ^he W f loch. 

TH^ OLD CLOCK. 



RAPIDLY counting the hours away 
From early dawn to the twihght gray, 
From shades of eve to the morning Hght, 
Steadily ticking throughout the night, 
Measuring moments of priceless joy, 
Hours intermingled with griet's alloy. 
Ceaselessly moving its busy hands, 
On the mantel high the old clock stands. 

When all is hushed save the distant roar 

Of the wild sea by the rocky shore ; 

When through the dark'ning gloom of night 

The moon peeps forth with radiance bright ; 

When silently the soft beams fall 

On the old clock's face against the wall. 

It seems possessed of a magic power 

As its voice proclaims the midnight hour. 

As it marks the bounds of passing time 

With its ceaseless tick and joyous chime, 

While \S\& -present hours it holds so fast 

It also points to the buried past ; 

And speaks of the future, fair and bright 

To those who walk in the path of Right, 

Singing, in accents of hope and love, 

*' Thou shouldst i\\Q present hour improve." 



I wondetj if he loves me? 123 

/ WONDER IF HE LOVES ME? 



T WONDER if he loves me? 
JL I really cannot tell, 
These men are so deceitful 

And play their part so well ! 
He says that he's been constant 

Since he in love did fall, 
But then I am quite fearful 

He says the same to all. 

He says my ej-es are brighter 

Than stars which shine on high, 
And tells me that the roses 

With m}^ cheeks cannot vie ; 
He says that all might envy 

My tresses' golden hue. 
And quotes from all the poets 

To prove his love is true. 

Whene'er I hear his footstep, 

My heart is full of joy ; 
But then it is the fashion 

For ladies to be coy ; 
And so I shall not tell him 

That I his love return ; 
■ I think it is much better 

To let him live and learn. 

Music by C. Koppitz. Copyriglited by G. D. Kussell & Company. JJoston. 



124 ^tan4 by the Baunei:| ot Columbia. 

STAJVn BY THE BANNER OF 
COLUMBIA, 



FAIREST land beneath the sun, the cradle oi 
the brave, 
Given to thy keeping is sweet Liberty to save ; 
O'er no haughty despot shall thy starry banner 
wave, 

'Tis the flag of the brave and free. 

Freedom's banner once unrolled, oh ! may it ne'er 

be furled, 
'Gainst all rash invaders be our fearless legions 

hurled ; 
Pride of ev'ry freeman and the glory of the world 
Is the land of the brave and free. 

God is with our army, 'tis the bravest of the brave, 
With our gallant navy, as it rides on ev'ry wave, 
" Life without dishonor, or an unremembered 
grave," 

Is the motto of each and all. 

From the gorgeous firmament we've culled the 

brightest stars. 
Mingled with its azure sky the white and crimson 

bars, 
Symbols of fair Liberty, its triumphs and its scars, 
'Tis the flag of the brave and free. 

Radiant with glory is the banner we adore. 
Floating in its beauty o'er our freedom-hallowed 
shore. 



(pln|i$t stilletb the (^empest. 125 

May our fervent gratitude for Freedom's blessings 
soar 

To the Fountain of good on high. 

Guide, O Father, guide us in the paths of Truth 

and Right, 
Guard our fearless nation with an overruling might, 
Bless our star-gemmed banner, make it holy in 

the sight 

Of thy children for evermore. 

O'er our countr}^ o'er our flag, and o'er our na- 
tion's fame, 

Watching with a pure delight sweet Freedom's 
living flame. 

Dwells our sainted Washington. We glorify his 
name 

With the flaor of the brave and free ! 

Set to Music and Copyriglited by G. D. Eussell & Company, Boston. 

CHRIST STILLETH THE TEMPEST, 



THE darkness ruled o'er all 
The weaves on ever}^ hand, 
And clouds hung like a pall 
O'er the sea and o'er the land. 

The hoarse winds wildly swept 
O'er the frail and straining bark ; 

But Jesus calmly slept 

Through the tempest, wild and dark. 



126 X^n Ts^nn Beach. 

At length a fearful cry 

From the disciples came, 
Who fearing then to die 

Had called aloud his name. 

Jesus rebuked the wind, 

To the waves said, " Peace, be still.'* 
And bade the storm abate, 

Obedient to his will. 

The dark clouds trembled, smiled 
(Which erst had wailed aloud). 

The conscious waves grew mild. 
Beheld their God and bowed ! 

OJV LYNN BEACH. 



THE beach is gray with evening shades 
Where breaks the white-capped sea, 
And as the last, faint sunbeam fades, 
The winds chant sweet and free. 

Now, all is dark save where the stars 

And moon shed mellow light. 
And here and there the lurid bars 

Stream forth from windows bright. 

From windows by the dim, dark shore. 

Where all is calm and still. 
Save where the moaning billows roar 

And wail their grief at will. 



Br^othci], doii'i go out tgo-night. 127 

Now, silent night has spread its wing 

O'er sunset's fading glow ; 
The waves, like golden censers, swing 

The starlights to and fro ! 

O sea ! how earnestly thy voice 

Speaks to the earthly frame. 
That He who made thy bounds His choice 

Is Lord of man the same ! 

BROTHER, DON'T GO OUT TO 
NIGHT 



BROTHER, don't go out to-night. 
Stay at home, please do, with mother; 
Do not leave us here alone, 

That's a dear, kind, darling brother ! 
Mother's dying, only think ! 

And she may not live till morning ; 
She may die while you're away ; 
Heed your little sister's warning. 

Brother, I am but a child. 

Yet I know wine's awful power ; 
It has cursed our little home 

Till we have no happy hour ; 
Take the pledge, and don't go out, 

Be the past forgot, forgiven ; 
Then will mother bless her boy 

Ere she goes from earth to heaven. 



128 Mails. 



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TRUE i^RIENDSHIP. 

IS not our y?^ I e7id who flatters and exalts, 
But he who kindly tells us of our faults. 

DELICACY IN EXPRESSING LOVE. 



Love is a sweet, but very fragile word, 
Which often breaks as soon as it is heard. 

ON AN ERRING MAN. 

He has grave faults ; but who has not? 
His virtues must not be forgot. 

HOME. 

A PALACE mere no light of home imparts. 
For home is formed of kind and loving hearts. 

COMPARATIVE THEFT. 

Who robs us of our hme does worse 
Than he who simply steals our purse. 

IN CHOOSING A FRIEND. 

That man who to himself \^ true 
Will prove a sincere friend to you. 

TRIFLES. 

Some kindly act performed, or gentle word, 
Will oft cement a friendship once begun, — 

As mighty rivers feel their heart-strings stirred 
By little streams that down the hill-sides run. 



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